Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR Poems
' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me lass, and sense the softness
Open field, sweet honeysuckle....arouses my yen
For passion 'neath th' sparkle by th' mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice, to pleasure
An', again I ask you lass, come lay you down by me
Come close my love...these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, my lov', as I assure you
That emeralds and ...
In the quiets, one can hear the beating of the heart;
haunting, yet calming as the echo of a distant drum.
Close your eyes in that moment, and you are pulled-
into the vortex of serenities conclave, void of chaos,
somewhere between the silence and the exhilaration,
a place your dreams are safe from iniquitous spirits-