Squandered, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Man and A Woman, Edvard Munch (1898

Squandered

Everything in my power I did give
Whether it be of my time or treasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Within my heart there wasn’t a vile motive
All that I gave wasn’t by any measure
Everything in my power I did give

There was no attempt to hold you captive
Being with you brought me greatest pleasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Now I pay the price for being passive
Only now do I search for an answer
Everything in my power I did give

To understand I’m willing to forgive
Your happy future I wish to ensure
For in my heart wished only you to live

My words you may take as insensitive
If only again to be as we were
Everything in my power I did give
For in my heart wished only you to live

Stargazer and the Star, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Stars fill the dark skies,
Yet there’s but one in my eyes.
Brighter than diamonds,
Is she, I wish to possess.
So far there’s been no success.

Seeing her I mourn.
My heart is savagely torn.
In my tears I drown,
Knowing she cannot be mine.
On her finger is a sign.

Repulse not I pray.
In my arms I ask she stay,
Yielding to her heart.
The love I carry so true,
If only she had a clue.

Will forever wait,
At eternity’s cold gate,
Though I be naked,
And when I have turned to dust,
My love to her will I trust.

For there cannot be,
Love greater than I of she.
My heart is but hers.
Shining brighter than the sun,
Love that’ll never be undone.

Arousal, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Arousal

She touched me gently.
For a moment thought to flee!
Why I asked myself.
Her lips so soft on my skin,
Such a feeling felt within.

My heartbeat quickened,
As my breathing burgeoned.
I will soon explode!
The heat accelerated,
To the point my heart shattered.

Speechless, I am prone.
Above me as if a drone,
Scrutinizing all,
With a ravenous hunger,
She warns that I not bestir.

A sign she did send,
To a desire she must tend.
I do not resist!
For I too am now aroused,
There’s in me a hunger housed.

Alma and Oskar, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Alma and Oskar-GrayAlma and Oskar, Oskar Kokoschka (1913)

Alma and Oskar

There is not a tree with forbidden fruit,
Nor compelling compact we have to sign.
There will be no Satyr playing a flute,
Nor a reason for having to repine.

Just you and I in this our paradise.
Freely bending to the other’s desire,
Without thought of making a sacrifice,
While quenching a burning internal fire.

Stripped of all our frail human modesty,
We explore each other with boundless lust.
We bind together ever so brashly.
Such pleasure without being larcenist.

Our thirst for each other being so vast,
We ask these wondrous feelings always last.

A Vow to Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Vow to LoveA Vow to Love, Jean-Honoré Fragonard (c. 1780)

A Vow to Love

Like the wave that crashes against the rock,
Shattered in uncountable directions,
My heart is destroyed by the crushing shock.
Motionless and dark as ocean canyons.

Questioning how this could really be,
This painful loneliness that churns inside,
Has unmercifully enveloped me.
All feelings fled with the outgoing tide.

My heart is floating on the endless sea,
Being tossed about by the ceaseless wind.
A bottle that is lifeless and empty,
Savagely from a love it is exscind.

Will I and my lost heart soon reunite,
Pumping blood at such a furious pace,
Feeding the roaring fire that did ignite,
And to help me, loneliness to erase.

A vow to love I shall willingly make,
Never again to follow foolish pride,
That can only cause another heartache.
It is but love that I want at my side.

Two People, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two PeopleTwo People, Edvard Munch (1920)

Two People

It’s now the start of the bewitching hour
Two lonely hearts now coming together
Doing everything within their power
To give telling comfort to the other

Each with their own wholly consuming grief
Seeking respite within the other’s care
Understanding full well the time is brief
And no promise of the future to share

It is warmth which they share with every touch
In the other’s heat willingly embrace
Inwardly searching for something to clutch
That continues to be an endless chase

Confused are they with their myopic view
Will they ever know before the hour’s through

The Soul and Desire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Soul and Desire

The Soul and Desire

Within a dangerous inferno burns
For the touch of her flesh my body yearns
Such a desire I cannot satiate
At every sight of her I conflagrate

To have her soft flowing lips of red wine
Pouring her glowing passion into mine
Her emerald eyes speak of her desires
From a hunger through her eyes she perspires

Shall we get ready for the fire of hell
For a mere moment in her bed to dwell
To be in a momentary rapture
Yet to be denied is evil torture

If flesh greater than the eternal soul
Prior to the point when death takes its toll
Can the soul be burdened with acts of flesh
By rules considers it to be excess