Your Hair, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Your Hair

The magic of the rising morning sun
Which absorbs all the soft sweet smelling dew
As its bold brightness advises caution
While silently I’m in rapture of you
You stretch as if trying to grasp the sky
While the sun’s light flies through your golden hair
Such a sight I dare not to close an eye
To miss the radiance of one so fair
To run my fingers between every strand
To feel their delightful silky softness
To capture their luscious scent of dreamland
That will hold me in total breathlessness

Confusion, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Confusion

Like the desirous lion in his cage
Stridently patrolling from end to end
He gives no reason to curtail his rage
With mighty roars a message he does send

That is pathetic me when she’s not near
I chastise myself for such behavior
For loss of her being my greatest fear
A sense of loneliness begins to stir

There is not a desire to have power
Over her for it is she over me
When with her as a kitten I do purr
There is not a reason for me to flee

Oh such intense confusion roars inside
Is it foolish to let her be my guide

Lips, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lips

Please ask me not the color of your hair
Nor the color of your moon-like shaped eyes
For it is the motion of your lips I stare.
Their dewy redness has me paralyzed.

Many sweet sounding notes are framed by them.
They move in union as does the river.
Their power over me I’ll not condemn
Knowing to be doomed forever after.

Do you not see what you’re doing to me
As your silken tongue slides across the dew.
My heart pounding like the waves of the sea.
O torrid thoughts of what I wish to do.

To have your full red lips ravaging mine
With their taste being of exotic wine!

Mother, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Mother

The hanger in her waving hand
A sign that she is in command
She stretched it out like a paddle
Swung it as hard as she’s able
Such anger I could see her teeth
The flaying wire I was beneath
Wack, wack across my tender back
Again and again there’s no slack
I would not shed a single tear
To her I’d not show any fear
A symbol of her life gone wrong
Within her sight I didn’t belong
Years later she finally died
On that dark rainy day I cried

Burning Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Burning Heart, a painting by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Once thought that it could never be,
A burning love to share with one.

Love so great, took me to a knee.

Once thought that it could never be,
To love someone as much as thee.

It’s a fire greater than the sun!

Once thought that it could never be,
A burning love to share with one.