http://slow.writerscafe.org/PedroMarrero The original writings of author pete coyote en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984154 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Her shadow follows the moon.My laughter enters every inch of her sadness.She weeps, and says "I am not who I want to be."We kiss.Her sorrow has turned to honey on my lips.It seems it has no use for words."Everyone is hollow...in a place they say is dead...And I don't hate you anymore",She says. Wear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501557/ not a love poem. to lady polo... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501328/ to a girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501327/ She asked me to define the moon;To gently touch upon the heart of the matter;To demonstrate the subtle lunacyOf Swinburne and of Hume, T.E. that is to say.She doesn’t comprehend, much to her own disdain,The pallid beauty of Venus’ breasts norThe sensual designs of Shakespeare’s son.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501325/ "sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501319/ hodgepodge poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501317/ for Holly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501313/ sunlight tells meshe is walking carelessby the gravesof some odd folkwe've never known.is not enoughthat she should readthe names aloudand whistlingcrossed norms in octavesin flight to-wards bodies forth from lipsbut nowith her fingertipsfeels her wayacross the marbletouches the veering cutsAnd afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501311/ 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501308/ milk moon-- light- brilliantwhite- washes- clean- Beauti-- ful the freshSpring- deep- time andI do love- the softYou my dear-- Girlest I do loveyou in full http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501299/ "..mes habitudesma familleils ne parlentpas bien de moi..."..i loved your lips..ripe mangoesbendingthe heavyboughtheorangeglowof her sunburningearlyautumndawn.ms.corinneand the menin white shirtsdressedin blackshoes for the feetto keep movingdancing the dancesin lobbies and hallsms.corinneat the fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501297/ i came to you in the morningwhen the songs of the songbirds rosemy heart all stained with ink,your heart all wet with tears, love,and i left you where you were,standing there alone,in the late evening's afterglow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501295/ ...indeed mr. frosthe was the fool of booksand his house stood on a hilla long fellowand the farmer's wifehad eyes for him......once raised her yellowsunflowery dress highup to her chestbared and flauntedher sagging breast......old milk jugs they wereand though she was twentyyears his seniorhe longe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501294/ ...a young woman with freckled cheeks and dream-worn eyes, a prettyprostitute:- a damned gamine. She prepares my heroin carefully injectsa dose of it into my vein..a sudden, indolent bliss...and a kiss andsmile just before my eyes close and she says I’d love to... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/501292/  "...This or that or what you will is all the same to me..."-Edna St. Vincent MillayThe sin of yourself none can redeemYour life by chance and providence providedAnd Lily would not have you in and sheLaughs as she cries and sheTurns out the little lamp lightTurns aroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PedroMarrero/478997/