String of Pearls

Poison

We talked through the bottle of wine
Until it was empty and the candles burned out.
I sighed contently and asked him,
If he wanted desert

I made lemon mouse pie for you,
Because I thought you might want dessert,
But I had the other kind in mind,
Tracing the rim of my wine glass
With the tip of my finger.
I smiled.

Crossing my legs, letting my dress ride
Up the side, flashing my right inner thigh,

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They don’t make maps for places like this…

They don’t make maps for places like this…

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I’m stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
the air doesn’t smell
of salt or dandelions.

Only this heavy
breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I’m
not far from home.

And,
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
no landmarks.

Though I’ve wandered…

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Paris

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A breeze blows on our road, this direction leads us into infinity,

There are trees and mountains that surround us, we alone shine,

There is love with every step we take and we shall take so many,

And as we go, we will build our own path, a new one, and this is the road, we both shall take,

This is the one we will walk together
Hand in hand.

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Rosebud

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What do you see…
A rose, confidently.

Do you know what created
this rose….

When I saw you the first time,
from the good earth,

I’m not entirely sure, maybe love
is where you came from.

But there you were,
in my dreams night after night, although,
perhaps growing,
wouldn’t be the right words.

I think you were loved and
The most beautiful blossom,
A rosebud In my garden.

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The train ride to Paris. Part two.

The train ride to Paris. Part two.

Katie(Caitlin):

Encore…. part 2 a Lovely train to Paris….dont miss.

Originally posted on johncoyote:

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A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

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Part two of my new story.

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Warning
This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.                       The train ride to Paris

We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left…

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Temperance

Temperance is a virtue, in everything,
In moderation and with restraint,
To control gluttony and indulgence for pleasure,
To be obedient to both, in the physical
And the spiritual worlds.

In the duration of my life,
I have lived to feel unconstrained,
Unrestricted, free without suffocation
Of my senses, where I thought here was desire.

In the knowledge there was passion
In everything I tasted,…

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She wanted Paris and I wanted her.

She wanted Paris and I wanted her.

Katie(Caitlin):

To all my fellow poets and poetess…a must read. A delightful expression of passion and desire.

Originally posted on johncoyote:

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A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

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Part one. I hope you enjoy.

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Warning
This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.       …

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Hope Remains

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Why am I so weak,
When it comes to you…
I weep over the smallest things,
And I have fought for no less.

But in the end, I am loyal,
I will defend you, from those,
Who want to destroy us.

My words are my sword,
And my thoughts, my armor,
That knows no limits…

For my pen is swift,
My words, thy shield,
My faith unyielding,
And I will write hope,
That it remains,
And it will never die.

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