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Thursday, December 7, 2017
The Gift of True Love
A Romantic Christmas Poem
The sights and sounds of Christmas
seem to always remind me of you,
and how much I miss you when were
apart.
Even as I watch my abuela chase
abuelo out the door with a broom,
I know that in the end love conquers
all.
I just can’t wait until I feel your arms
around me and taste a kiss as sweet
as a raspa on a hot summers day.
And I long for your embrace, while
waiting by the window staring at the
cold unfeeling rain. As children shake
their presents trying to find out what’s
inside, I listen to the radios serenade.
One of the kids asks, “Why is abuela
chasing abuelo with the broom?”
I reply, “It’s called true love.” Then
one of the kids replies, “I’ll never get
married because love makes you do
crazy things!”
“True,” I reply. “Like always wanting
to be with the one you love.” The
fireplace is now lit and the table is set
as abuela finally lets abuelo back
inside, even though he’ll probably sleep
on the sofa tonight.
The car lights passing by upon the
gray barrio Streets make my heart
skip a beat as each time I think it’s
you.
So I’ll wait, until I stare into your
eyes once more, because each and
every Christmas, I ask for only one
thing, which is to have you by my
side, for there is no greater gift in
the entire world, than true love.
Frank Solis Copyright 2017
All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Kisses in the Rain
Moist lips, beckon and gently
brush together, under a falling
rain.
Steam arises off gritty barrio
streets as our hearts make
love. Passion arises within,
as emotions have their say.
Holding, touching, kissing,
the mist surrounds us, as
we cling desperately to
one another.
Playful lips have awakened
sensual feelings from which
there is no escape.
Lost within a world of ecstasy,
as street lights wink,we stand
cara a cara, while our flesh
melts within the early morning
mist.
as street lights wink,we stand
cara a cara, while our flesh
melts within the early morning
mist.
Both hearts pound, as alluring
lips lock in a torrid embrace,
unwilling, to let go.
lips lock in a torrid embrace,
unwilling, to let go.
Frank Solis Copyright 2017
All Rights Reserved
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