Intimate

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Let’s get intimate me and you.
Sit down in some comfy nook
Snuggle down before a fire
And talk about the stars and our favourite books.
Let us talk for hours and hours
About autumn leaves and summer showers.
Until the candle’s burned to darkness;
Holding hands becomes as natural
As breathing out, as breathing in.
Until we share our thoughts of a secret kind.
Let us get intimate me and you
Until daylight has replaced the dark of night.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Deep Waters

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Glittering eyes electric blue –
Deep pools of sorrow,
And within their depths
Such uncomfortable truths.
Scintillating, yet damaged eyes –
Memories drag her down, like
Deep pools of ‘maybe tomorrow’.
Chasms of heartache
Shining diamond bright
Like waterfalls in moonlight.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 13 March 2017

Night in Shining Armour

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The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.

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Originally published 10 September 2016

Lorelei

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Everything about you is secrets,
Night flights and summer rain.
Everything is motion,
Fleeting notions and make-believe.
From the beguiling beginnings
To the moment you slip away,

For you were there and then you were gone.
For one moment you were golden,
Wrapped in a silken web.
I watched you sleep

Your head resting beside me on this pillow,
Until I blinked. Then like night you dissolved
Leaving only the bitter magics in your wake
And the loneliness of the cold light of day.
 
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Anyroad

It’s December so time for my Advent calendar and this year I thought I’d take a wander through the alphabet starting with A, and yes anyroad is a word, well it makes an appearance in my dictionary

Anyroad

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On this path to Nowhere, out of this darkness
Into the deeper shadows of the future.
Shocked by what I’ve lost. Forgot until this moment
What should have remained buried and abandoned
On my escape route from my crimes.
Instead it exists as the only landmark
In this morass. The scar upon the corpse;
The tell-tale smoking gun;
The reminder of what I’ve done
And why my past can’t sleep soundly
In its grave.
 
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Night in Shining Armour

Day 26 of my review of the year and a poem about the moon and the lunacy of love, and getting cocky and trying to write poems in more than one language …

Made of sticks and stones

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The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Windows

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Hinges, jerky and unbending,
Metal twisted in the frame.
With a miasma of coal-black dust
That shuts out the light
And seals the window closed,
As secure as the deadbolt on a safe,
From all outside
That wish to catch a glimpse
Of what I hide within.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Tender

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Tender as the night,

That encircles the land

Within its gentle embrace,

Is my kiss upon your cheek.

As I steal away before dawn,

Before you wake to the realisation

That I have gone.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.