Attraction I, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Attraction IAttraction I, Edvard Munch (1896)

Attraction I

In this world of twists and turns
Where tomorrow may not come
How it is there are many
Gladly challenging the Fates

Be a frivolous fancy
A wink of the eager eye
Two matches soon to ignite
Setting fire with unknown end

How they decide to decide
There is not a simple rule
Might be trial and error
Or just the aches of their hearts

Attraction, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Attraction Attraction, Edvard Munch (1896)

Attraction

Standing as rigid as a steel pole
With a feeling of what is to be
By the way of her attacking stroll
To attack as would a hungry bee

Is it magnetic why the attack
Where opposites are pulled together
Must be more than the wind at her back
Or her thumb on a magic lever

She who has borrowed Cupid’s arrow
Stabbed him deeply so he bled dark red
She saw not a moment of sorrow
As a spider she has spun her thread

Is he too weak for refuge to seek
Is lead away so effortlessly
But not a single word does he speak
Why’s there no attempt to make a plea

The Bite, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

BiteThe Bite (Preliminary Study for The Kiss), Edvard Munch

The Bite

Bound in the whipping whirlwind of desire
Two lovers consumed by hot raw passion
Out of control in this demonic fire
Devouring them both in brazen fashion

What brings them to this height of sultry heat
Is there a struggle with disquietude
That impossible again that they meet
Fearing to life’s farewell they have been queued

Only in this flame can they be but one
It now as one they endear with no fear
Their sum energy is joined with the sun
Rising, rising until they disappear

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

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

Love and Pain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love and PainLove and Pain, Edvard Munch (1895)

Love and Pain

The love I feel is causing me much pain
Thinking of you renders me deathly weak
Confusion of mind unable to speak
An ache of heart unable to contain
Such a desire unable to restrain
These dreaded ailments make my future bleak
What unknown treatment must I quickly seek
For I’m on the verge of being insane

There is no promise love to be a joy
Giving your heart means it’s no longer yours
And your thoughts never to be rational
Nor a sure quick-fix that you may deploy
To erase the worst of love’s aching sores
You’re doomed as resisting love is futile