My Joan of Arc..
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading
You are fire and I’m wood. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “You are fire and I’m wood.” Thank you the great Poet Virgil for these words. You are… Continue reading
My lover, my lover Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face. We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading
Once you told me, I love you, I need you. Now the blessed words had turned so damn dirty. I told you, I love you still, but now our love is a… Continue reading
Leonard Cohen In the longest Winter nights in Germany in 1978. The sweetest whispers of Leonard, took my dear lover and I. To learn the abundance of love wealth. He told us… Continue reading
Love is alive when we need to hear the voice of our lover. Love is when their words spoken, make you want to live and die in their arms. When love… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a… Continue reading
If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her. I… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading
My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading