Saturday, August 22, 2020
Memories and Regret
As I walk along familiar
paths, memories remind
me of you.
Young couples walk by
laughing and smiling, yet
I walk alone.
With each step, and each
cherished memory, that
comes before the
windows of my mind.
I feel the remorse of
having lost something
precious, for love long
lost, amidst forgotten
times cannot be easily
regained.
And I remain trapped
within a limbo of my
own making. As feelings
of happiness and sadness
intermingle with the reality
of my loss.
As darkness ascends
within my heart, and light
itself flees from my misery,
I retreat within my tears.
Perhaps, in sleep I may
find refuge, from the
dreams of you, which
haunt me by day.
Yet in one brief moment
of despair, I hold you close,
and wish you were here
Frank Solis 2020
All Rights Reserved
Monday, March 16, 2020
Chicano Love
Fiery passion, arises from deep
within as I take you in my arms.
While your sighs caress my
innermost desires.
Kisses of fire that tease and
tempt, provoking a response
from silky brown skin.
Eyes which know no bounds,
always seeking the pleasures
of our love.
Sensual flames, within a barrio
of despair, arise within the
darkness of the soul.
Until the madness consumes
us, and together we melt within
the torrid flames.
Hearts pounding, our thoughts
dance like embers in the darkness.
Until in ecstasy we are united
forevermore.
Frank Solis Copyright 2020
All Rights Reserved
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
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