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A miracle…
A miracle
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words.
A miracle
Pale skin, hazel eyes, I adore. Eloquence words we shared.
You confessed small secrets to me and I confessed some of my secrets to you.
I savored your words, we longed and we learned.
To be merciful, generous. You were my miracle, I told you often.
We are lovers, not biologist seeking the unknown.
I gazed at your face and I told you.
Words are meaningless, love need a million kisses, love need laughter and tears.
Dancing Coyote
Let’s remember us…
Let’s remember us
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Love forgotten, love dead, who was wrong? Who was right? Once we had long nights, once we made the mornings last till late afternoon. Did I forget my dear love? Or you? Can graveyard love, be rebirth?
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Seem like a thousand years ago, we were babies in love. We wanted to taste sweet kisses and to never release lips, arms and body. You were my pretty wishes and sweetest dream. We had enough, once. Now we are running in circles and I see the falling bridges. Can love be saved? Or have the falling bridge, stole the need of love kiss and touch?
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I have found the Hemingway place. I want little and I have no wishes left. Who can save me? Can I be save? I want to run away and I don’t know my place to go. Once brave man became leftover…
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Branches
Branches
they had grown together
closer… intertwined
like branches of trees
they lived
for each other
because of each other
through all kinds of weather
rain, snow,
heat, cold
every day brought them
closer
together
their love
made them
stronger
their branches
grew strong
and tough
if she
grew weak
he gave her strength
they were inseparable
because of what
they shared
Their Branches
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Against my skin
On coal-black nights
like these
when only desire
burns bright
I wish I knew
a secret spell
to summon you
sensual
silk
smooth
and soft
against my skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
There are always such nights
Art by William Oxer
Tender Places
Are You Really So Beautiful?
Are you really so beautiful
Or do you just appear to be?
You know my heart right now is blind
Too blind in love to see
But let us not talk about all that
These are petty talks, you’d agree
What matters now is this moment here
Now that you are here with me
The Reluctant Poet 