A little bit of Frank…..

She gave me a gracious smile

It lingered on her lips awhile

And gave a subtle taste

Of the magical embrace

That would later take my breath away.

It’s that old black magic has me in its spell

 

It was a meeting of fleeting love

Of tenderness and stargazing above

We held hands beneath the moonlight

Our hearts burned like stars shining brightly.

In heat of desire our lips tangoed a fiery kiss.

That old black magic that you weave so well.

 

I loved her passionately for she had stolen my heart.

With those mystical eyes that had twinkled from the start.

I loved her for all that her kisses had promised to be to me

I loved her beyond the mellow moon we could see distantly

But by sunrise, our love tryst was over too soon.

The mate that fate had me created for.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

 

For a morsel of Magic over at dVerse tonight. Frank always had the magic….

The image was in the public domain- wikimedia, and is

Frank Sinatra and Jill St. John. From Tony Rome.

The moon tonight- I had to wait…there was cloud cover…it is a harvest moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

18 thoughts on “A little bit of Frank…..”

  1. I liked the sounds of these lines:
    I loved her for all that her kisses had promised to be to me

    I loved her beyond the mellow moon we could see distantly

    Something about them, maybe the length, I could hear Frank singing them. Nicely done!

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  2. Such a magical blending of song lyric & romantic poetry; nice job. Sinatra was all facade, slick & elusive–in person he was selfish, petulant, sexist, and had to be in control, and was bald. But your poem surfs the sordid & plays to the dream, the hype we all seemed to swallow & wanted to emulate.

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  3. Well done, Alison, for capturing the moon photos – mine didn’t come out! And you’ve made my day with the Sinatra-style poem – pure magic! I love the musicality of:
    ‘It was a meeting of fleeting love’
    and the passion of:
    ‘In heat of desire our lips tangoed a fiery kiss’.

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