Hand Cradled In Mine

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Hand cradled in mine

Warm breath leading to a kiss

How I know you’re mine

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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In Life As In Death There Is Anonymity

In life as in death there is anonymity.

Do we really know anyone?

Do we really know their inner thoughts,

Their hopes and fears,

The crazy chaos of irrational notions

That swirl tornadic within?

 

We live amongst close strangers.

We call them friends, relatives, lovers.

We dine with them,

We commune with them,

We sleep with them,

We make love to them,

But we never really know them.

 

In life as in death there is anonymity

Just like a Potter’s field.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Gave You My Soul

I gave you my soul

Naked and vulnerable

What was I thinking?

All I wanted was your love

And you crushed me to pieces.

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Love is what’s sacred

Yet you treat it like folly

And who’s is the victim,

Me…the one you claim to love

The object of your hatred.

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Maybe I’m the fool

Gullible, the stupid one

Believing in love

Like Shakespeare’s starstruck lovers

And I’m Romeo

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Last Glint of Sunlight

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Last glint of sunlight

Bows to the consuming night

Two lovers embrace

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Tender Kiss I Leave For Thee

A tender kiss I leave for thee

Upon thy cheek when you wake,

This day I leave on turbulent sea

Where chances are thy lover take.

 

Sheddeth not a sorrow-filled tear

Thine heart belongs the thee through time,

Though watery grave my end I fear

‘Tis enough to know thine heart is mine.

 

Pray for thee my lover pure

In this our night of last embrace,

Though parted love survives I’m sure

In memory of thy angelic face.

 

Thine smile comforts as farewell I bid, for journey toward mysterious lands,

Thy strength in sorrow thou surely hid, as gently you kiss my trembling hands.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story: Lovers Dance

Her ruby red lips speak volumes in their silence, parted and warm to the taste.  Nothing more in the throes of passion do I need to be fulfilled as skin glistens upon skin.

Natural and beautiful, this lovers dance enshrined in antiquity shall spin on until the end of time.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~