The candle flickers
Growing ever more brilliant
As it burns through time
Not unlike my loving heart
Offered without condition
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: wife
You, My Summer Sun (Haiku)
You, my summer sun
Breath life into frozen heart
~~ I am indebted
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Diamonds, Silver, Gold (Tanka)
Diamonds, silver, gold
You never asked for treasure
My love was enough
Nothing more could I have asked
From this uncertain world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Each Look – A Tanka
Each look as the first
Bringing us ever closer
We are destiny
You…the reason I was born
I…yours ’til the end of time
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
His Treasure
His calloused hands, soft
Caressing her loving cheek
She– his pot of gold
Greeting his broken body
With an understanding smile
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His reason to live
Waits for him at long days end
Asking nothing more
Than to be loved as she loves
This he could never deny
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
For You
I bleed for you,
When you cry I cry for you,
Tears that stain my soul,
Not out of sympathy alone,
Not out of pity,
Not out of martyrdom,
But out of purest love
True and genuine.
Ingrained like roots buried deep,
Twisting, wrapping around my bones;
Without them I would starve,
Without you I would wither,
An impossibility.
We are sown of perfect seed;
Ordained by the universe,
Bound by what cannot be bought,
It must be grown,
Watered,
Nourished,
Nurtured to maturity,
Protected until the end of time–
I am yours.
~
By: Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Draw Near
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 ~~
See You, Feel You
I see you–sights of you everywhere I go,
Awake, asleep, eyes closed or open.
I feel you in every moment of every day,
When I’m alone or in a crowd.
You my love are so ingrained in me,
Individuals–yes, but we are one.
We share a history and travel into one future,
Plotting course through this life.
Joys and sorrows, trials and tribulations,
All have made us who we are,
Made us stronger through adversity.
These are not to be regretted, but cherished,
Part of living the life we have been given.
Not one moment would I change,
Would I give back exchanging it for another.
We are who we are my love,
No more from this life could I ask.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Love’s Dance – A Tanka
Breath– your lips on mine
Warm and moist against my skin
Every nerve dancing
Calling ecstasy by name
In our love’s coital dance
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Hands
I remember the hands,
Dark, calloused, weathered,
Like the old leather of my hand-me-down Buster Brown’s.
Skin the shade of olive;
Disfavored for their Napolitan roots,
Unafraid of hard work,
Unrepentant for the right and wrong that they’d done.
They played jacks,
Scuffled in the schoolyard,
Held the hand of their first love
All before the start of the First World War.
Trembled in fear,
Shouldered a carbine,
Took their first life,
Comforted their comrade as they passed on
During the ravages of the Second World War.
Returned home to the embrace of the wife left behind,
Prepared to resume peaceful work,
Lifting crates,
Tossing sacks
Unloading train cars,
Driving trucks
All to support a wife and newborn baby.
Cradled silently to his breast,
Calmed when she cried,
Held her hand on the first day of school
Waltzed during the father daughter dance
Clapped during graduation,
While holding two jobs to make ends meet.
Toiled never ceasing as the family grew,
Their work never eased.
Time bent and broke them making it more difficult,
But nary a complaint did they utter.
Finally age made the decision,
Putting them out to pasture,
A much needed rest ensued.
The years were kind,
Allowing them to pursue their passions,
Until clasped in prayer,
The Lord called them home.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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