Glass Filled with Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Glass filled with Love

Glass Filled with Love

Using a shot glass to taste her beauty!
So intoxicating it was for sure!
Got a cocktail glass, for I’m seeking more.
With fixated stare, filled it to the brim.
Temporary filling, but will it last?
Or become a memory of the past?
If I were to choose a much larger glass,
Surely to put me into a stupor,
But better yet is to hasten my pace,
And stand before her beauty face to face!

My Sunshine, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My Sunshine

My Sunshine

You who bring my daily light
Hide behind a veil of gray
My great love wants you to stay
But disrobe to shine ev’r bright

Be sure being missed last night
There were none to keep me warm
Felt if in a winter storm
Saddened when you leave my sight

Grieving much as you take flight
A coolness starts setting in
For this debate I shant win
You’re never to feel my plight

Shadow on the Wall, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Shadow on the Wall

 

Shadow on the Wall

The sun shines bright in the late afternoon,
Casting shadows of people everywhere,
As they move about in activity.
Not I, the object is to sit and stare.

My chair like any other work day hides,
So neither sun nor person can see me.
Here to view the dancer’s effortless glides,
As do the graceful birds above the sea.

I watch with loving awe to see her fly,
So high, her shadow is lost off the wall.
Fearing she be captured by the blue sky,
Or come thundering down, a fatal fall.

She is an angel without any wings,
Not so small size to be lifted by winds,
Nor securely attached to puppet strings.
Maybe she is not one of us earthlings.

Dizzily I’m watching her pirouette,
With her such formal grace and blurring speed.
Dare not to blink while being soaked with sweat.
Question upon questions, answers I need.

Now must know who belongs to this shadow.
Must see her face and know where is her place,
For not to know would give me greatest woe.
To avoid such would give aggressive chase!

Dashed to the courtyard, looking left then right,
There wasn’t a single dancer before me.
Returned to my chair, couldn’t believe my sight,
There’s her shadow dancing for me to see!

 

Touch Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Touch Me

Touch Me

The full moon cast a perfect silhouette,
Of her standing motionless in deep thought.
This view of her for my heart was a threat,
A passionate love with her I besought.

Got ever so close but her I didn’t touch,
But close enough to feel her torrid heat.
Smoothness of her gentle curves are nonesuch,
From here I shall not make a step’s retreat.

Rushing feeling I didn’t anticipate,
As she reached back with her hand to touch me,
Creating a blood rush through the floodgate,
Commencing an adrenalized fury.

What is this power that she can command?
Is she herself an aphrodisiac?
Not so sure that I want to understand,
How she turns me into a maniac!

Kiss Me So Slowly, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Kiss Me So Slowly

The Rose Garden – Figure Study, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (c. 1861)

Kiss Me So Slowly

So eager am I for your touch
Yet desire that you do not rush
Be as gentle as you can be

Kiss me so softly
Kiss me so sweetly
Kiss me tenderly

Most importantly
Kiss me so slowly

Kiss me so slowly
Making it reach my hungry heart
And deeper to a lower part

Let your lips linger upon mine
Let me taste all of their sweetness
Let us not feel a sense of time
Let me wallow in their wetness

Kiss me so softly
Kiss me so sweetly
Kiss me tenderly

Most importantly
Kiss me so slowly

I Have, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

I Have

I Have

Forever a picture is in my mind,
One of such loveliness hard to explain,
But be assured it can only be thine,
For only you can instill so such pain.

We happily played creating much joy.
When parting it was with a warm embrace,
And a sweet kiss you did gently deploy,
Making my wanting heart flutter and race.

Foolish me, thinking you heart I had won,
For I created a vision of you,
Of me ever being your only one.
Knowing now that my dream to be untrue!

Days spent lamenting of what cannot be,
But my dreams are still filled with you and me.

Beauty Greater than Venus, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beauty Greater than Venus

Beauty Greater than Venus

It was just the early side of midnight
A spot of light was captured by my eye
Appeared to be dancing with great delight
Inquisitive me needed to know why

Pushed and was pushed through the constellation
Never once did my eye lose its focus
The closer I came its light was a sun
With such a lush beauty that is boundless

Her gravity pulls me in her orbit
Always in position to see her face
Greater than Venus did she exhibit
My weakened heart she did quickly encase

Love knows not a certain distant or pace
Can capture your heart in the strangest place