Tag Archives: passion

This Love, My Love I Have Procured

This love, my love I have procured

With this cadence thumping in my breast.

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You have shadowed my sensibilities

Keeping step with tango’s passion.

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Nothing more could I inquire of you

Than that which you have deliberately given me.

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Fulfilled beyond words that you are mine and I yours,

Comrades and lovers in this roughshod world.

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So rare in this realm of disparate souls;

Failures of the heart abound in every corner,

Tear-drenched souls void of our gift,

How sad their discomfort.

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Neither crisis nor passing shall sever our bond;

Joined in Heaven we are destiny,

Our destiny, my destiny, your destiny,

For all these many years into eternity.

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You are and have forever been

My love,

My friend,

My everything.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Free At Last

Can you feel the beat of my heart

As you once did?

Flesh…

Blood coursing through my veins.

Though strong, not superhuman.

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I bleed the souls of my fathers when cut,

Shed rivers of tears when broken,

Succumb to infirmities with hastening age,

Scar, ugly and jagged in healing,

Die a mortal death when called by the Creator.

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You and I, conjoined in our humanness,

Why do you treat me otherwise?

The lash of your venom has left permanent tears.

Can you not refrain?

These are not badges of honor I wear, but disgrace,

On display to this cynical, forsaken world.

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Treated as a carnival sideshow…no longer!

I am not a marionette bequeathed for amusement,

And you are not my puppet-master.

With sickle these ties shall be no more;

Dignity awaits me just beyond this stage.

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As I reach for the exit door,

Claws dig into my flesh in one final bid,

But I am resolute in my determination;

Pulling free of your hideous grasp,

Free of control, free of your loathing,

Liberated from bondage.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Suffer the Consequences – A Tanka

With a tender touch

I tried to quiet your tears

You pushed me away

This was of my own doing

Now it is me who suffers

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Faithful To The End – A Tanka

Walk alone with me

On these streets I’ve paved with gold

Take my outstretched hand

Offered as a sign of love

And a bond never broken

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Ransom My Heart – A Tanka

I gifted my heart

So many years ago now

Like priceless treasure

Cherished and highly prized

Then held for ransom

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Strength to Overcome

Sadness, quiet, eerie blows,

On garnished leaves to where who knows,

A fall from grace in painful throes,

To die in forlorn anonymity.

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Acrid tears fall on arid plain,

O’er rock and berm toward sea of flame,

Where passion burns lone side disdains,

A heart in mangled perpetuity.

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Asphyxiated soul, torrid and weak,

Heaves vital breath for redolence to seek,

Speechless and winded, powerless to speak,

In silence thy sentience doth flicker.

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These stolid misfortunes no more shall they hinder,

Gathered in bushel– cloaked as barren split tinder,

Leaving the past a hoard of smoldering cinders,

With courage, volition sustains.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Gone

The light fails me,

I open my eyes,

Hoping to see more clearly,

But there is no focus.

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Nothing is as is should be,

My head hurts in the painful quiet,

There is no comfort,

In this cold empty bed.

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I drove me to this madness,

And you, away in disgust,

I didn’t try to stop you,

Stubbornly shunning you.

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Your tears did not deter,

I swore you’d be back,

How could you live without me,

After all these years.

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But emptiness speaks volumes,

Shouting your answer,

“I’m gone!”

On my once deaf ears.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Spark

electric

The flash of a spark

Ignites the flame within me

Glowing blue and hot

Like your soft touch, electric

Lighting the fire in my soul

~ A Tanka ~

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Truest of Loves

Catapult my feelings to the sky

Scattered to poles by twisting winds

Revealed my heart so you may lie

Within my arms, true love begins

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To you my words no justice do

My tongue in knots, I make no sense

Conduct portrays my emotions true

Offered up with no presumed pretense

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I choose to pose my love in verse

Too shy to speak these heartfelt words

My love exposed, flowery and terse

In these my heart is garishly heard

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I have no qualms in sharing my soul

It was meant at birth to be given to you

Without your hand I’ll never be whole

Through God and my faith I construe

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Distress me no more with nary response

This agony more torturous than death

Mutter your reply, I urge you at once

Before drawing in my final breath.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Of Lust – A Tanka

A tantric passion

Born of wanton desire

Is likely short lived

When forged of the physical

But void mutual love

~~ D, R, DiFrancesco ~~