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From seven all through eleven,
we glided through heaven.
Alternating our senses
and appreciating each other's essence.
And with your warm embrace in mine
and our hands in a twine,
we made each other unwind.
Our talk revolved,
as tick did the clock.
We gazed at each other in thought,
acknowledging the temptation it brought!
Slowly, innocence wore out,
and greed tore in.
Love then paired us and drowned us!
And like a mellow chorus,
we held gently in caress,
As our bodies met in a beautiful mess.
Serene silence floated between us,
as kisses reigned in the tango that was us
and for a period as lovers,
forever was the only answer!
All of life is a delivery room
Life is always bringing things out of you
Life is a university
Places to go and things to learn
The age of the cage reflects on every page
As I engage every word with the pen in history
The lines of solitude increases in magnitude
Embracing a rhyme that reflects this heart of mine!
Though things are not always as they seem
I remain composed, smitten by the banner of my mosaic application
Because the architecture of this adventure mirrors a historical frustration!
The fight with frustration
Will live side by side with you
It will signal and streamline you to your destiny
In the end, all of life is a delivery room
Life is always bringing things out of you in the face of frustration!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
You were my most excited hello, my sudden light,
the kind that splits a chest wide open in the night.
You were the goodbye I rehearsed but couldn’t say,
the echo that followed me home, asking so many questions, each different day.
I didn’t know your name would undo me the same,
how one quiet smile could feel like open flame.
Your eyes held mine with a dangerous gaze,
the kind that promises truth and stays.
Distance bent for you, fifty minutes meant nothing,
I would’ve crossed fifty days just to feel something.
You were my ticket home, my familiar tone,
even when loving you meant being alone.
To hold you was a place I still ache to touch,
the softness of your hands that said so much.
I loved you knowing it was forbidden,
desire loud, but the ending hidden.
And still I stand tall through the wreckage and fall,
because loving you taught me how deeply I feel it all.
You were my storm and the hush after the storm’s calm,
still living in the memory of your palm.
You weren’t just something my heart went through,
you were my everything, honest and true.
The world is turning furious and fast,
A story told in storms and sighs,
But I have left the shoreline of my past
And all the hollowness of my eyes.
Let others count the letters in the stone
And hug the coldness of a distant sign;
I found the boardwalk where You made Your throne,
And reached across the dark to gather mine.
Now take this weary heart and fold it deep,
Where mercy runs too thick for words to measure,
Past every promise that I couldn't keep,
Into the gold of Your unchanging treasure.
Oh, pull me closer than the breath I breathe,
Enfold the center till the boundaries break—
A multi-layered cocoon of pure relief,
Where love is all that stays alive, awake.
No curb can hold the bruises of the throw,
No winter chills in the nesting of Your wing;
I simply walk the way the wind will blow,
And let the silent heart begin to sing.
Wrapped up in You, with mercy all around,
The storm can roar against the outer sea
But in the middle, on this sacred ground,
There’s only Jesus, and the rest of me.
If you need someone
I also needed one.
I felt then! Now you feel more of what I did.
Opt for me - like your coffee in the morning(7am)
Give a price while am princely priceless
your attention got an auction I can only make assumptions
Yeah, it's a long shot(9:27am)
We just met probably not at the junction
We might not stop there after a long walk(9:59am)
Since you like long talks.
You're right we are just new folks
Nothing else like the utensils on the plate, just forks
At the Basecamp here in Brussels
It's gonna be live on rocks.
On 0'clock we thick and ding-dong(12:00pm)
Yeah your eyes cant get off mine still tick-tocking
I kept on muttering the monosyllables "she()hot"
..............................Woke up and and like a bird "she()gone"
Let the fall of your habits come while the windows are down,
Let the fall of your memories come in this tremendous town,
Let the fall of your appetite arrive until it is not deserved,
Let the winter come when you have not truly lived anymore.
Let the snow roll over in your dreams,
When the door was open, you were in false fallacies,
Let your little shadow cast on me,
I never took your appearance leaning on me.
Bury all of your secrets in my skin,
Bury until you are falsely clean,
Bury all the pictures and candid acclaim,
Bury our existence until we are buried in our graves.
You were a tiny dragon,
I was looking for a pure pigeon,
While you used to breathe on my shoulder,
I was counting on your deathbed wishes.
Until your last wish, I am only mine,
Could never be your candid appetite.
I am used to being my own paradise,
Where fall lasts only two months.
I can't feel your warm arms around my waist
Please come here and take me away from this wretched place
Melt me with your real stare
It's not real until I feel your fingers through my hair
I can invisibly taste your lips against mine
Show me your here --- give me a sign
Your eyes are could when your not here
I know your the one --- for my heart you'll sear
Your warm touch kicks me out of reality
Run away with me --- come on --- let's be free
Open your angel wings and fly away
Make me feel like everything's okay
For your my passion I want to study
You can never be bought --- not even with all the money
Your my man I intend to be with
Your my reality --- your aren't a myth
The daring glare you give to me
Opens my portal, and sets me free
Beautiful blue eyes guide my path
Banish me from this evil wrath
a friend of mine once said
I want someone for me
because
I have no one to love
and that's no way to live.
Life is about sharing and caring
about someone else.
That's why my soul
screams
I want someone to love
because
I have no one to love
and that's no way to live.
Life is about giving and receiving,
becoming a part
of someone else's world.
That's why my heart
screams
I want someone for me
because
I have no one to love,
and that's no way to live.
Life is about coming home
to someone,
having someone waiting
for you to arrive
with opened arms.
Life is about connecting
with someone
and having someone
to journey with you
in this thing called 'life'.
I want that.
I need that.
I want to be loved.
That's why my spirit
cries
I want someone for me.
Erotica what is it?
I’m not sure what it means
Is it something for sensual pleasure?
Or is it something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening on a manly chest?
Or is when I have rivulets of perspiration, running between my breasts?
Is it lying on a beach somewhere when our bodies meet as one?
With waves crashing rhythmically, a thrust with every one?
Is it when he runs his hand up and down my body, with such a careful touch?
Hardly touching my skin at all, but it still seems to burn so much.
The glistening of thigh beneath a dress, that catches the eye just briefly.
Or the décolleté so smooth and soft his lips caress so sweetly.
Lying on the riverside this handsome bloke of mine
Regaining control of gasping breath, with tingles down the spine.
The dampness I feel on his back as my arms do surround
The holding of breath, just for a while as we lay down on the ground.
The tenderness and trembling, I can feel the weight of him
But he is not heavy, and I welcome the feel of skin.
The six pack stomach so smooth and tanned
The cupping of my breast in his large hands
The sweet caress that sets me on fire
The look in his eyes strong with desire
The turn of a page, I want to see more
When will it be my turn this man to adore?
I died as a child,
or so I suspect,
and my child-soul
flew to the very
sweetest heaven
where all children
play joyfully with
the child of God,
who loves us as
He did on earth....
When I came to this life
so many years ago,
Jesus was still
my best friend,
my nightly prayers
more like a conversation:
"How was your day?
Mine was o.k.,
I played and played...."
But my prayer to His Father
was simple and constant:
O Lord, let me live till
my next birthday, or Christmas,
if that comes sooner. Then--
then you can take me Lord--
just let me open my presents
and bathe in a child's joy....
As a child, I never knew a child
who died, and I never, ever
told anyone about my secret,
my secret prayer. And never
was I afraid of dying--
after all, how could I be,
when all it meant
was going home
to see again my best
and most beloved friend....
(posted 1/30/15)