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

While I Slept, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fire, photograph by Fir0002/Flagstaffotos
Fire, photograph by Fir0002/Flagstaffotos
While I Slept

Over and over, someone yelled my name!
But a dream─ or a delirious state?
The fever raging inside, could melt steel,
Yet I’m cold─ as the dark side of the moon.
Flailing, helplessly, in total darkness,
Being vacuumed to an unknown path.
Two faceless creatures incessantly work,
Pawing and clawing until I’m naked.
Viciously sprayed with what I do not know,
Molten lava─ or the ice of Saturn?

Such a strange sense, leaving the Milky Way.
Darkness─ had the feeling I could touch it.

Three sets of black wings came soaring at me.
Each wore a mask of horrible red fire.
In the center the shininess of steel,
Now driven down deeply into my flesh.
They banqueted lavishly on red blood.
Having filled bellies they slowly took flight.
Letting my motionless body to slide,
Into an invisible orifice.

Three days passed my still body not defiled.
Then today, there was a shocking shudder!
Was jettisoned faster than gamma rays.
Realizing now, I had been through hell!