Man and Woman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Man and WomanMan and Woman, by Edvard Munch (1905)

Man and Woman

About to take a voyage in my mind
You are the only one to come along
To see every moment I think of you
From rising until the end of my day
The great joy I get gazing at your face
The music coming from your tender voice
The downy softness of your loving kiss
The calm you bring with you tender embrace

But my mind is busiest when I dream
You’re there to taunt me with your vivid love
Chained to my bed unable to escape
Flailing ever so wildly from your touch
A hand so hot it sets my flesh on fire
Your kiss evokes within lawless desire
Building pressure I can no longer hold
I am a live volcano. I explode

To Fix a Wounded Heart, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

To Fix a Wounded Heart

To Fix a Wounded Heart

His heart wallows in the cold stoned tower
Recovering from her piercing arrow
Not again to seek her perfumed flower
Relief gained if there is no tomorrow

A moat and wall around him has been built
Guarded to keep him in and others out
Soon all things about him begin to wilt
Without her his feelings are in a drought

Lying as if lifeless upon his cot
He can hear the birds as they fly above
His memories, he can forget them not
To repair his heart he must have her love

Must fill in the moat and tear down the gate
Readying his stead to gallop away
With a posy in hand to change his fate
In the cold tower his heart will not stay

Will defend his heart to her that it’s true
Will never take their romance for granted
Will feel their romance will never be through
Will love her still, even if rejected

Ashes, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

AshesAshes, Edvard Munch (1894)

Ashes

They are consumed by erotic passion
Tearing at the other like starved lions
Creating hotness greater than the sun
Becoming searing flames neither slackens

Like bellows desperately pumping air
Lungs enlarged to a point of explosion
Salty steam rising from the naked pair
Of their fleshy mass there is no fission

There’s no glow from their smoldering ashes
Not a single drop of desire remains
The needing feelings of love now ceases
Yet in the lovers’ hearts are darkened stains

Like others, they’re victims of nature’s game
Which does not provide for love eternal
Only a new generation to claim
Been true since Eve gave Adam the apple

My Love So Near, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My Love So NearA Classical Beauty (detail), Léon François Comerre (c. 1900)

My Love So Near

Was greeted by her glowing smile
Her teeth white as a winter snow
Her lips red as a summer rose

Willingly comes into my arms
I feel the softness of her scent
I feel the warmth of her caress

Stepping back so our eyes could meet
Her eyes soft blue-green as the sea
Her hair yellow as ripened corn

Placing my hands upon her face
I feel her skin of woven silk
I feel the dew upon her lips

This sensation that I now hold
Creates a glow within my heart
Eager for her lips to unfold

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

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