The Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Munch-the-modern-eye-kissThe Kiss, Edvard Munch (1897)

The Kiss

Your kiss is the summer sun
That warms me from head to toe
My heart your kiss does beckon
Making my blood briskly flow

Your kiss excites to no end
Raising my feet off the ground
Feelings I don’t comprehend
Yet joys it provides abound

Your kiss please never withhold
For I would most surely grieve
My heart would turn bitter cold
Fearing that you might soon leave

Dance of Life, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dance of LifeDance of Life, Edvard Munch (1900)

Dance of Life

Never thought you would ever feel this way
To be alone, thinking it’s to be free
Your confused heart I wish to gently sway
Removing any reason you should flee

To be alone soon turns to loneliness
From the absence of tender loving touch
Showing understanding with a caress
A warming kiss of caring very much

Mental walls in your life start closing in
Trapped within the deep darkness of your soul
A precious life begins a downward spin
Where your mourning ends and death reaps its toll

So come dance with me and make a new life
Together we’ll chase away clouds of gray
Together our loud laughter will be rife
Oh how I wish that you’ll forever stay

Little Black Dress, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress

I stood motionless as she walked away
Eagle eyed focused on her black dress sway
If for my amusement I do not care
I will follow that motion anywhere

Above her black dress suspended in air
Were countless long fine threads of golden hair
That kept in tempo with each step she took
Both moving as smooth as a silent brook

Below her black dress were legs finely shaped
From my fixed view there would be no escape
Shape and pace made for fine execution
In my heart creating great commotion

Suddenly there was a halt and a turn
Causing an inner rumbling of concern
Was she attempting to keep me at bay
No, just making sure I’m going her way

Pierrot’s Embrace, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Pierrot's EmbrancePierrot’s embrace, Guillaume Seignac (c. 1900)

Pierrot’s Embrace

Pierrot, the white face clown
Will lift you up when you’re down
Won’t allow you to be mad
Won’t allow you to be sad
His smile is a magic lure
He’s a lover that’s for sure
He likes ‘yes’, but never ‘no’
His skills so eager to show
Will capture you with his arms
Employing his many charms
If looking for true romance
With Pierrot not a chance
Beware, he is but a rake
For his words of love are fake

My Dearest Darling Come Lie with Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My Dearest DarlingSoledad, Guillaume Seignac (c. 1900)

My dearest darling come lie with me

My dearest darling come lie with me
In the mellowing shade of this tree
To help your tense body to relax
By forgetting about all your tasks
For I shall be your calming water
Using methods that never falter

My dearest darling come lie with me
We shall see how quiet we can be
To gaze upon the soon setting sun
Magical night will have just begun
Able now to rest your heavy eyes
While I offer to you my surprise

My dearest darling come lie with me
With my body I will set you free
To go to a place you’ve never been
As you travel on my naked skin
Oh this place you’ll never want to flee
My dearest darling come lie with me

Vampire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

VampireVampyr II, Edvard Munch (woodcut) (1895)

Vampire

Why do I commit to which will destroy,
The meaning of my actual being.
As I’m not meant to be a spider’s mate.
This is not what I thought to me my fate.

As I caressed you with my arms of love,
You sunk your hungry teeth into my neck,
Accepting my boiling blood as your gift,
Sending my weak mortal body adrift.

Traveled to a euphoric wonderland,
So high, way beyond the deep purple sky.
The storm I felt comes from my erectile,
Soon started a haunting downward spiral.

Trying so earnestly my best to breathe,
Then I felt my sorry soul take its leave.

The Voice, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The VoiceThe Voice, Summer Night, Edvard Munch (1896)

The Voice

Your voice calls to me on this summer night
I hear you but you are out of my sight
Lost, not knowing what direction to go
Now wondering if I will ever know

Like a longing love bird sing out to me
Hide not your body behind any tree
If you are real your song will not stop
And I will search for you until I drop

As if an owl I will take rapid flight
With the thrilling full moon as my search light
I’d ride the soft summer wind ’til you’re found
In but a moment I’d be on the ground

You immediately I shall embrace
Falling gently to a heavenly place
Of our lovers’ bed of deep silky moss
On your heart my initials I’ll emboss