The Gate That Separates, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Gate That Separates

Here I’m lingering wanting not to part,
To continue holding your velvet hand,
While you excite the pounding of my heart,
For this moment we’re in a fairyland.
But can we remove the cold fence that parts us?
Let our bodies be joined on the same side!
Be absorbed into a night of blitheness.
My heightened desire no longer to hide.
To caress your sumptuous loveliness,
While I’m devouring your exciting scent.
Running my fingers through golden fineness.
Loving you forever is my intent.
Isn’t it your desire to open the gate?
If not in agonizing pain I’ll wait!

The Artist and His Model, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Artist and His Model, Edvard Munch (1921)

This wanting heart is tugged by my feelings
As soon as she enters my barren room.
For it is special excitement she brings
That shall certainly result in my doom.
Her robe slides off as if doing a waltz
Now displaying the body of Venus.
I am overcome by my many faults!
Possessed by thoughts my bed will comfort us.
Adjusting her pose I touch her soft skin.
Looking at her I see a glowing smile
To place her head my hand is on her chin.
Desiring her there can’t be denial!
Her thick ruby red lips my brush does paint.
Deep thoughts of those lips enveloping mine.
My growing desire there is no restraint
Of her delicious body I must dine.
As if a drug addict I am controlled
By painful desire toward each model.
Mad, mad, to the Devil I have been sold
To share a love and life I’m unable.

Love No Longer a Must, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love No Longer a Must

Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
No longer beats as it did once before
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Hurting in the past has made her biased
Such great pain she would not feel anymore
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Those special feelings she built all on trust
At first was anger that ripped at her core
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Pledged to all to be the very bravest
Never, ever shall there be amour
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Caring not that her life is the dullest
Asserting to all that there is no cure
Her thinking is love no longer a must

All tender thoughts are now in the closet
Not to be hurt she hides behind the door
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Life Not by Fiat, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Life Not by Fiat

Born in this lifeless land of ice and snow
Equally barren as a sand desert
Here neither grass nor trees will ever grow
A massive castle for an introvert
Plenty of yapping dogs and growling bears
To keep your ears constantly occupied
There’s ample time for game of solitaires
Life here cannot be further simplified
Strange it is, my living in solitude
After abandoning it many years
For learning and a career I pursued
Were rolled into a huge ball filled with fears
There life requires faith in many others
No one can claim to be independent
Succumbing to others faulting errors
In the end leading to my determent
Life out here is controlled by the fittest
There is no one to claim they have your back
Being vigilant is always a must
A requirement that all big cities lack
To persuade others to change I am not
Life in this wilderness isn’t by fiat

Stillness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Stillness

Magnetically frozen in my place,
I’m allured by the stillness of your face.
The electricity of your being,
Producing in me a calming feeling.

Who are you who has captivated me?
Holding my heart hostage with your beauty,
Before you have spoken a single word,
Confusing every thought making them blurred.

A vain attempt to understand your mood
Are you reminiscing of being wooed
Or of deeper thoughts more devotional
Surely you grasp at an intangible

Filled with desire to gain your attention
But timidly fearing your reaction
Continue to stand as a mannequin
Drinking in your beauty the best I can

Sensing that you do not know I am near
But to move a foot closer do I fear
I paint a picture of you in my heart
And with great sadness I turn to depart

Oh So Close, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sleepy Nicolle, c. 1900, Mary Cassatt

Oh So Close

Oh my mother dear
Please keep me so near
Ever, ever close
So that I may hear
A comforting sound
The gentle beating
Of your loving heart
Let me feel the warmth
Of your loving touch
It is only you
I shall love so much
Many years from now
I know we will part
But you’ll ever be
So close in my heart

The Weight of Lies, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Weight of Lies

I understand when looking in her eyes
The misery of her internal pain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Her grieving heart aches with every sunrise
Through her wakened day drags an endless chain
I understand when looking in her eyes

Each link equal to one of many lies
On her troubled heart they’ve placed such a strain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Can’t forget no matter how hard she tries
Memories so difficult to refrain
I understand when looking in her eyes

It comes to me without any surprise
That such a person from love should abstain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

It was my lies which caused our goodbyes
For my pathetic self I hold disdain
I understand when looking in her eyes
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries