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Love Lost in a Mind Field

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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I turn to find you gone,

This windowless doorless prison smothers me,

Stilling my bloodied heart,

All that is left to me are tears.

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Why did she leave, echos in my tormented head,

A whisper nagging at my last nerve,

Shuddering at the thought of abandonment,

Trapped and curled in a position most fetal.

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Questioning my very existence,

I claw at the walls wailing for release,

Nails broken, crimson shards surround me,

Dropping to my knees I sit in utter defeat.

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A darkness sets as I fall prone,

Naked and vulnerable the coarse stone chills me to the bone,

Jagged sharpness scars tender flesh,

Dulling the pain of your retreat.

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I struggle for composure,

Reaching out in the dark praying for your touch,

Doomed, I’m left drowning in solitary silence,

Drenched in the perspiration of despair.

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Why have I been left to this hellish place,

Did I not offer enough of myself to you,

Did I not cradle you in my loving passion,

What else could I have done?

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Sobbing I struggle to breathe,

Lamenting your loss I pound at the blood stained floor,

Begging for merciful forgiveness,

Your reply…only suffocating solitude.

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Passing seems imminent,

In desperation, euthanasia would be welcome,

I couldn’t have deserved such loneliness,

Quivering with exhaustion, I drift eternal sleep.

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Startled in a flush of adrenaline,

Wringing with sweat I strain to rise,

Where have you been, dribbles from my jaw tight lips,

Her blue eyes speak, by your side, to my nightmarish dream.

The Minds Eye

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder,

As does love when souls grow older,

Doth the mind play tricks on the aging eye,

Maybe so, it most surely try.

Portraying the look of younger days,

We overlook the changing grays,

Projecting on the freshness of youth,

Beliefs most surely are the truth.

With utmost certainty a gift this must be,

For lovely today as the first are thee,

Is this a trick or are we but blind,

Left to the mercy of a hopeful mind.

Doth this make us mere fools to our memory,

Would have it no other way if it let me,

Hiding away the ravages of time,

Leaving in life a love most sublime.

Love Eternal

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Love, a sweet and fragile thing,

So often taken for granted,

Or tossed aside as insignificant.

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Only a heart blackened,

Burned and broken,

Could commit such a tragedy.

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Choosing to pass alone,

Lonely and cold,

Into the eternal night.

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Foolish choices,

Made by selfish men,

In the name of earthly gain.

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For what purpose,

Material possessions are finite,

Discarded on our last day.

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But is not love eternal,

Gifted freely from one to another,

Melding with our very souls.

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What a poor man is he,

Confined to his worldly goods,

While silence fills his rooms.

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Does not love will us to go on,

Strengthening our resolve,

Even in times of affliction.

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If this were this not the case,

I long ago would have ceased,

Suffocated by life’s despair.

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Choosing love instead is most natural,

Engraved into our very being,

‘Til death do us part.

Road to a Perfect Union

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.

Love #2 – Haiku

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.

Love #1 – Haiku

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Drenched and cold I cry,

Longing to be comforted,

By the warmth of you.

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Do you feel my pain,

Crying out from every pore,

To be understood.

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Echo my hearts beat,

Letting me know we are one,

One heart and one soul.

Offer of 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.

Of Love and Character – Haiku

Blue Moon – NASA.gov

By D. R. DiFrancesco

The blue moon’s warmth

Draws out man’s primal urges

Seeding lust and love.

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Love’s tempest…flowers

Brilliantly in early spring

Pollinating zeal.

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Love, tender and sweet

Caresses my troubled heart

Putting me at ease.

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Do not condemn me

For flaws in my character

I am imperfect.

The Touch of Poetry

I’m not a poet,

Whitman, Poe, Frost, Angelou,

Poet masters are these.

I, I am simply aspiring to their greatness,

Trying to find my way,

Trying to find the words to express my thoughts,

Trying to share what thrives inside of me.

Hoping that you find some  beauty in the words.

At times, thoughts evade me,

Words seem hard to form as if babbling,

Staring blankly at the page,

Suffering the pangs of the wall that hits me.

Knowing it won’t linger, helps me survive,

Just sitting with paper and pen comforts me,

Like an old friend, I clutch it close to my heart.

But it’s not for me to keep, but to share,

When words come,

Flowing, poetic, symbiotic,

Part of me, like my memories, rushes forth,

Screaming to be let out, shared with the world.

Happiest when I create,

Joyful in the company of prose,

Complete in the illusion that I’m artistic,

Whether real or imagined I don’t know.

Does it matter, I think not,

I will write,

I will let it take me down whatever road it chooses,

I will give my soul to whomever cares to take  it.

This I do out of respect for the art,

Even as an amateur,

I honor Whitman, Poe, Frost, and Angelou,

Hoping to make even the smallest of marks on those I touch.

The Vow – A Poem

By D. R. DiFrancesco

I could never find fault in you,
My soul lashed to yours won’t permit it,
Kindness envelopes your heart,
The warm inviting happiness in your smile
Blinds me to what others may see.

In my tribulation you have always been there,
Sickness and health has been no barrier,
My sadness washed away by your tears,
Nothing more could I ask of you,
All I could hope to repay, to return like kindness.

At my worst you stood by me,
Taking my hand to your lips,
A gentle kiss to reassure me,
Comforting me in your glow,
Inspiring my belief that everything would be okay.

When my strength weakend,
Bedridden and afflicted, you reinforced me,
Loving me without condition,
Honoring our vows,
Until I was strong again in my own flesh.

My friend through every storm,
I couldn’t ask for a better mate,
We are in union,
Syncronized to this lifes time,
My passion, my devotion, my love.