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By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Carnal excitement
Blood coursing through tender veins
Lost on one night stands
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Your blue eyes cut deep
Filling the hole in my soul
With abundant love
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We sit quietly
Lost in a tender embrace
Shutting out the world
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Unrequited love
Corrupts the delicate heart
Leaving it broken
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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You embody courage,
Something I never truly had,
Setting foot into uncharted waters,
Leaving the familiar behind,
Jumping headlong into another world.
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You embody honor,
Something that I couldn’t teach you,
Living by a code,
One that must have been etched in your soul,
Immortalizing those that came before you,
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You embody faith,
Something I should have instilled in you,
But I was not strong enough,
Yet you epitomize it in spite of me,
By entrusting your life to those around you.
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You embody integrity,
Something I never knew how to give,
Still it was born into you,
A birthright gifted to those most deserving,
To be shared with those most in need.
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You embody love,
Something I was never good at showing,
Your compassion and sensitivity,
Given freely to those in want,
From a heart that’s kind.
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You embody all of these things,
Something I could never do,
Courage, honor, faith, integrity and love,
They made you the man you are,
And readies you for the man you will become.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
A casual glance,
Sending whispers of love and lust,
Eyes averting eyes,
Embarrassed at the thought of capture.
An innocent smile,
Sunlights glimmer off ivory mirror,
Seductive and sensual,
Beckoning an invitation.
A brush of skin,
Accidental yet intentional,
Goosebumps cascading,
Erupting hot and lascivious.
A pounding heart,
Rhythmically offering itself,
Longing to be cradled,
In the impetuous throes of passion.
A tender kiss,
Long and warm on silky lips,
Without so much as a word,
Two become one.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
In irony and ignorance you call for war,
This, your answer to everything,
The conflicts we are in, we ask you what for,
While young men and women are daily dying.
For better or worse you are angrily passing,
Giving hope to those of us left behind,
You claw and you scratch with teeth you are gnashing,
Leaving bones and a legacy time will grind.
Our world is changing, but you refuse to see,
Guns and bombs are not the resolution,
Compassion and dialogue, the answer must be,
Death and destruction are not the solution.
To this you cry weak and unpatriotic,
You betray the American way,
These musings you suffer are scrambled and psychotic,
Traitorous if we don’t obey.
Your incessant call to arms is antiquated and outdated,
Straining relations, feeding global hatred,
The logic of your arguments are often debated,
Among those who hold the value of life sacred.
Your visions and violence are in the minority,
Still you cling to your dictatorial views,
The lambs they follow your odious seniority,
Instead of exercising their right to choose.
Would not diplomacy and friendship be a better choice,
Offering guidance and respect instead of demands,
Band together with one mind and a united voice,
Lending credence to cooler heads and calmer hands.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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That come-hither look,
The smile, the hush in your voice,
Sends chills up my spine.
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The rapiers blade,
Stings less than love forsaken,
On a starless night.
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Arrival of spring,,
Emboldens a passive heart,
Wakening young love.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Can you hear my beating heart?
An echo in nights quiet,
A subliminal sound that you can’t ignore.
Can you feel my gentle caress?
Tender on your skin,
A chill up your spine that beckons you on.
Can you taste my loving kiss?
Soft and sweet on your longing lips,
A confection born out of passions throes.
Can you sense my warm embrace?
Enveloping your soul in romances glow,
A fire that burns white hot in an intimate affair.
All that I am I give to you,
A heart that beats for you,
A touch that longs for you,
A kiss thats deep for you,
An embrace that waits for you,
These are my gifts to you my love,
Now and forever.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
The prick of a rose,
Drops of falling crimson flow,
Symbolizing love.
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In dreams I see you,
Restlessly watching you sleep,
Praying you’re still mine.
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Arms wrapped around me,
Tranquil warmth of your touch,
Invigorates me.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Your tender touches,
Soft upon my weathered cheek,
Comforting my soul.
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Looking glassy eyed,
Trust broken by love’s demise,
Drowning in self-pity.
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Tears of sadness fall,
Drenching my heartbroken soul,
In the dark abyss.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Dark of night casts no shadow upon you,
Your radiance like a shield rejects the approaching twilight,
Do you recognize your own brilliance?
A resounding no projects itself to the world.
From the first time I beheld you,
Captivated by an acumen cast by the maker himself,
Sharp and heated as a solar flare,
Scorched impressions left on everyone in it’s path.
Yet surviving within your universal turbulence is tenderness,
Soft and warm drawing in those most dear,
Contrary to your impetuous past,
You shine your bronze rays on all that surrounds you.
You are stellar and strong,
Divine in your organic beauty,
Any change would make you less than who you were meant to be,
Perfect in your humanly flawed design.
Time humbles the man,
Back arching under the weight of a lifetime,
Old photographs,
A reminder of good friends and loves that long ago passed.
The mind drifts,
Not as sharp or quick witted as it once was,
Long gone memories much fresher than today,
Then again, yesterday fits me much better.
Hair gone white,
Deep creases travel like dry river beds across my face,
Skin soft and sagging,
Looking in the mirror I can scarcely recognize myself.
Who is that old man staring back at me?
Drawn and tired,
Teeth yellowed, eyelids hanging like cheap suits,
I know it’s me inside this costume.
The crumbling exterior,
A vessel for a lifetime of wisdom and experience.
Earned through pain, suffering, love, and joy,
A gift wasted on the young.
None of this would I trade for the impetuousness of youth,
Born of blood sweat, and tears,
Etched in my face as a reminder,
A badge to be worn with honor.
Dom DiFrancesco 