Coyote

Coyote
A deep desire glowing passionately in yellow orbs
Cutting words of sympathy and mockery entwined
The past so unraveled it ceases to simply exist
Gentle patter of keys in a chilled and whirring room
Silent hum of a computer screen glowing in the distant dark
Fingers stroke long course hairs quietly
The cement textured tongue flicks gently on a hand
My moments with you seems so distant, yet near
Our time together simply draining sand


This poem is going to be published in an actual poetry book!!! It's based off of one of my favorite muses nicknamed Coyote, woot! So yes, this is now the website of a soon to be published author! BOOYAHZ!