you lightly placed
your hand on my sleeve

saying i could touch
more if you please
o coyote o coyote

you could be blonde
or calico
with eyes of blue
or gypsy black
when you walk away
looking back
i know coyote
is teasing me

when i go
to meet you alone
will you take me
all the way home
around the bend
to the very end
o coyote
are you playing
tricks on me?

i’d like to know
what’s inside
under neath
your leather hide
brushing fur
against my skin
you let me in
o coyote

© sylvi & see through publishing 1996 (socan)