Look At You

Originally posted on SAINTSWEST:
She can still hold my eyes. No hands and no surprise. She’s always down to ride. No seat, she’s on my mind. She loves to make me smile. No…

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Jenn

Dear Jenn A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Jenn — She loved the sage. She loved the sea . She loved the ancient poets and ‘ I loved her. — Her… Continue reading

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Write us into our own immortality…

Originally posted on lusciouslibby:
Come. Write your Pablo Neruda wants on the parchment of my virgin soul. Write of stars and the moon under summer nights, of bodies slick with heat. Write of…

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Wordseduction

Originally posted on Asha's Blog:
A paroxysm to sire. A wanderlust, a desire. Soledad, I come home. Wish for a glass of Merlot and dream of Rome ♥ Following my mind, you pull…

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“Anything goes”

Anything goes She sat next to me on the empty stool. Her sweet perfume I breathe in. I gave  her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile. We talks and drank for… Continue reading

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Transformation

Originally posted on I Am My Sister's Keeper:
Shyly, she began to bare her soul, anxious for the world to see. Strangers began to fold back the layers, revealing her true self. Not quite sure…

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“Water and fire”

Water and fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living.… Continue reading

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The Holocaust — c.2005

Originally posted on Make it into Art:
Father, what’s wrong? Why do you cry? Have I said something bad, father? Tell me, is it I? ? No my dear son, it’ll never be…

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Happy Valentine day-“Je t’ aime

Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading

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Forêt initiatique / A Path in the Forest

Originally posted on WORDS IN THE LIGHT:
Un chemin qui mène au royaume du hêtre et des fougères immémoriales, forêt initiatique. Un chemin pour aller le soir toucher de l’âme la brume évanescente…

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