Evening Melancholy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Evening MelancholyEvening Melancholy, Edvard Munch (1896)

Evening Melancholy

You can feel what’s in my heart when we kiss
You know I watch ’til you blend with the night
You can tell that it is you that I’ll miss
But can you feel my ache when out of sight

It’s my demand to have you night and day
Absurd as it is, it’s the way I feel
For it is not true that you are my prey
But, yes it’s true your heart I wish to steal

So hungry, you have brought me to my knees
A famished want to wake and see you near
To have you in my sight I’ve made my pleas
But it’s mere moments that you can be here

I have been called insane. Yes, it is true.
But the reason why is because of you

Head by Head, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Head by HeadHead by Head, Edvard Munch (1905)

Head by Head

His head lays still on her thighs
Looking up towards the sky
Gazing into her bright eyes
She touches his hair with even pace
Then calmly with finger traces his face
Rich red blood through his veins starts to race
Her slender velvet hand stirs his desire
Such a feeling of which he’d never tire
For her every stroke increases his fire
Quickly she descends with her open lips
Freezing his head within her mighty grips
Drinking hungrily his love in deep sips
Her kisses he did happily return
It is for her love he’ll forever yearn
This roaring fire for her will always burn
The pair standing, thinking head to head
Of a separation they would dread
“I love you,” each to the other said

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