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.
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Such a brief flare of passion… I can feel how it burns to quickly with that magic.
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chortle…that is old blues for you…
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This reads like a long slow smooch at the end of the night. Magic.
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A wonderful sprinkling of magic and romance from what seemed such an innocent era, a lovely write Alison ;o)
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Frank was such an old smoothie. Yes, those old time movies and the love affairs they evoked were magic indeed. Well done, Alison.
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Frankie could certainly charm the birds from the trees. Good one 🙂
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Sigh. I was hoping someone would do a riff on this and you have done it beautifully. Like a long slow kiss in the front of a steamed up car….
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many thanks. xxx
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Very smooth, fit to be crooned.
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Ah, I long for the time when movies were romantic, without raw, stark, more-than-you-want-to-see sex! Come back, Frank!
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yes they were quite romantic, Always seemed like log fires and rugs and snow and love.
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“I loved her beyond the mellow moon” — LOVE this.
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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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What a nice spin on magic, not only that old black magic, but that old black magic of love.
Made my heart linger and yearn there for a little bit. Nice to feel that magic.
Thanks
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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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We just wanted the dream. We wanted to be romanced and important. hahaa….
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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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Good ol’ fashioned love! The lyrics to a classic blended in so well.
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such(a) a magical blend of Sung dynasty words & amorous poetry; squeamish task. 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 high synodic month we could understand distantly
Something about them, maybe the duration, I could get a line Frank tattle them.
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