Draw near cherished one,
To feel you close nourishes me,
Feeding heart and soul
No greater love has there been,
Than that between you and I.
The touch, skin on skin,
Warm, soft, moist, us intertwined,
Locked, passionate kiss;
Bodies tight as we become one,
One heart, one soul, forever.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With eyes shut tight
Shuttering out distractions
While bathing in silence
Breathing becomes the world
Something so basic
So instinctual
Unavoidable
A simple complex action
To truly hear it
To feel it
All else seems to float away
The natural world becomes white-noise
Replaced by the spiritual
Who is to say which is reality
Is not the world what we believe it to be
Our souls as integral as the air
As life sustaining as water
My thoughts float as if dreams
Drifting into consciousness then out
As quietly and softly as they appeared
Until there is nothing
Nothing but the sound of me
Blood coursing through my veins
The beat of my heart
Each breath in rhythm
Energy melding with the natural
I am one with the world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sand, coarse and hot runs through my fingers,
Blending seamlessly with others of their kind,
This endless sea of granulated wonder.
Alike, of similar origins, living in their same world;
Not so unlike the vastness of our own terrarium.
Under the skin, are not our similarities overwhelming,
Blood, bone, tissue, mineral, hopes, dreams, ambitions,
Born, living and dying as we all must, it is not a choice,
Nor an option given to us at first breath.
Look hard around you,
Oh, how the tricks of the eye are so convincing,
Seeing only that which is physical.
What does this tell of the being?
What of their hearts, their souls,
Their minds, their aspirations,
Their pain and suffering?
Nothing! For the eye is a fool,
Easily leading and misleading the mind,
Diverting maliciously from another’s essence,
Their true being and all that is important.
The shallowness of outward impressions limits us,
Preventing us from knowing, befriending, understanding.
Ignorance feeds us foremost,
Our temporal gluttony gorges us,
Making us something less than human,
With our flawed vision of what should be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Storms rage with fury
Devastating destruction
Tearing limb-from-limb
Pain not invoked by nature
But by a tormented soul
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I yearn for your touch
Entwining flesh, heart and soul
White hot in my mind
Knowing this can never be
Eviscerates my essence
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The heart grows fonder
Absence, distance amplify
Plucking at the soul
Loneliness tears me hollow
I long for your warm embrace
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pondering of God;
This longing to find what lay beyond our living existence,
Attempts to rationalize the irrational,
Anchored with questions for which we have no answers,
This we’ve seen throughout our sordid history,
Wars fought, lives lost in the name of an invisible god,
A battle that did not end in antiquity.
Even today, preachers and false prophets command their thirsty flocks,
“Have faith, we will guide you to the promised land!”,
I am firm that they know nothing beyond that which they want to believe,
How could they, how could any man?
They are no more and no less human than I?
Irrefutable is this fact.
I harbor no ill will towards the faithful,
Their search is no different than mine except in path,
A path that may rejoin in what comes after.
For now, I take comfort that my spirit..
Always Does…Always did…And always will…Exist.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Golden beams blinding
Bronzing flesh and warming soul
Springtime renewal
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Solitude scares me not as I wallow in the quiet.
Exquisite silence joins me, sits beside me like an old friend,
Placing a congratulatory arm around me in comfort.
As refreshing as a hot bath or a shot of Glenlivet;
Sharpening the senses as a razors edge,
Carving away at the clutter of modernity,
Replacing it with the simple rhythms of my own beating heart.
At times, as joyous as intimacy,
Energizing and euphoric yet primitive;
Cleansing the mind, lifting the soul.
This rejuvenation, one of the great pleasures of life,
Elementary in conception, is often not easily obtained
As responsibilities, self-imposed or otherwise throw up their gauntlets.
Unavoidable without effort in our hectic sphere;
Time for self must be apportioned for sanity’s sake
If we are to live healthful and fruitful lives.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Sorrow fills my heart
The brutality of man
Drains my mortal soul
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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