Tag Archives: passion

Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)

Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
If I were to pass my life complete,
Enveloped in your love so deep.

I turn to caress your tender face,
Through the many years you’re still the one.
There is no other to take your place,
Written in the stars since times begun.

In passions embrace our souls consumed,
As we once two commence to be one.
A love this true could never be assumed,
From deepest night ‘til morning sun.

O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Though Wall Of Block, A Wisp I Spied

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #12

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #12

Though wall of block, a wisp I spied

Through peephole–well not more than crack

Golden hair, skin of ivory eyed

While perched on crate, one two I stacked

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Her features shone like porcelain ‘tis true

Vertiginous from height or beauty unsure

From my perch to the ground in a flutter I flew

Regaining my wits was certainly a chore

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Meet her I must if the last thing I do

Her door I did charge feeling strangely at ease

I knock with brass knocker not one time but two

To the butler I ask, “fetch my lady if you please”

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Loveliest of ladies scent of lilac and fair

Laconic I was in her all consuming presence

My mind like an eddy void of breath and of air

Giddy as most boys in adolescence

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Most surely I appeared as the oddity I must be

Arriving at her door unannounced

With grace and with style she greeted me with glee

My fragile heart she cherished not trounced

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #12

At Times Love Doth Tame (Tanka)

At times love doth tame

At others it bites with fang

Either I cherish

For to live without loving

Is to live an empty life

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Feed The Injured Heart (Haiku)

Feed the injured heart

That it becomes strong again

~~ Relearning to love

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Moss Slippery and Wet Beneath My Feet

Moss, slippery and wet beneath my feet,

Covering the rock and root tangled path I traverse.

Though drenched to the bone I am in ecstasy

For my love awaits by the lake shore.

The melodic sound of the wren announces my arrival,

Yet I am unable to discern whether she is happy or agitated.

No matter, through the mist I spy my lover’s shawl

Resting lazily on a fallen oak.

I call to her, but I am offered no reply.

How perplexing is this predicament.

The mirror like stillness of the lake reveals no trace,

No footsteps point her direction.

What supernal event has befallen her?

Horrible graphic images come to mind.

Did she drown,

Did she fall victim to some unknown villain,

Was she disheartened,

Choosing to stray off as some palliative remedy?

Alas, I am alone,

The fragrant scent of patchouli wafting from her shawl,

This–the only sign she had ever existed,

But for the perfect masterpiece of her kept

By the artist, that is my mind.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #8

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8

Looking Through The Haze

The Dove - Alex Alemany

The Dove – Alex Alemany

Looking through the haze toward distant shores,

She knows that her love is here no more.

“Lost at sea” the cable said,

Whereabouts unknown they presumed him dead,

But nothing on earth or in heaven can quell,

Her hope against hope it was wrong what they tell.

Still the solitary dove of the purest of white,

Could not quench her anguish as day turned to night.

With palm against pane her pain tore too much,

At the strings of her heart he could no longer touch.

Then a tear weaved its way down her fair tender cheek,

As the knot in her throat silenced her effort to speak.

All she could do was weep for him that was lost,

Ne’er to give up no matter the cost.

She promised him her love forever and all time,

To him and him alone his memory enshrined.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Prompt #7 – “The Dove”

Storms (A Lover’s Story)

Storms are not relegated just to the sky,

They’re raging on in lover’s eyes.

Torrents of lust and passions bold,

In each others arms their instincts hold.

 

Control and thoughts most surely fleet,

As pheromones lead them off their feet.

Entwined their hearts will finally merge,

Giving in to primitive animal urge.

 

In shuddering release the stars ignite,

No longer capable of offering up a fight.

With tender caress the lovers complete,

Off they drift to sleeps retreat.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Entertained The Thought of Loving You

I entertained the thought of loving you,

But a selfish heart was blind to all except its own conceits.

No time for anyone else,

Nothing but what satisfied its needs.

You offered love,

You offered kindness, compassion and passion,

The fool that I was missed it

Or chose not to see it.

Really–what’s the difference;

Blind is blind,

Ignorance is ignorance,

Splitting hairs is all that it is.

Does it really matter what its called?

You said you were leaving,

Did I try to stop you…

No!

I watched you walk away;

Not one tear in my eye,

Nary an ache in my heart,

Only perhaps a touch of relief for the freedom.

It makes me sick to think about it,

Embarrassed, ashamed.

Years passed and chance reared its head,

You never gave up on me,

Never hated me as I hated myself.

Your love for me remained though I didn’t deserve it.

I was not worthy.

I eventually grew up, throwing aside my childish ways,

Realizing that who stood before me was exactly who I wanted,

Exactly who I wanted to give my love to.

You took me in,

Sheltered me,

Loved me,

Forgave me my insensitivity,

My foolhardiness;

Never reminding me of it..

How can I ever thank you enough for saving me

…From myself

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Filleted Flesh From Bone

Filleted flesh from bone

Cut by separations blade

My love so distant

Pain so intense I’m in tears

Draining blood from heart and soul

When will my wounds mend

When will tears finally dry

When will torment end

Reuniting with my love

Never again torn apart

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

You, My Summer Sun (Haiku)

You, my summer sun

Breath life into frozen heart

~~ I am indebted

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~