(The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words) The storm We painted pretty pictures into the sand and we danced on cloud nine on the mountain peaks. We got lost… Continue reading
Sweet lullaby Baby, love, sweetheart, my savior, my blessing. I am the fortunate one, I am the lucky one. When you are near, dark days become wonderful days, your blisses… Continue reading
A wonderful letter shared. Love make us and love can save us.
A little death Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you. You… Continue reading
Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
Would you dance in my dandelion arms? Could you love my withered rose heart? Should you hold my wildflower soul? If you will I am yours But…
Originally posted on Crow On The Wire:
I worship the ugliness that most people shield their eyes from I worship the man who breathes through the tubes of an oxygen tank I worship…