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The Tender Kiss
She’s before me with impeccable smile
Her red lips softer than gossamer wings
Since touching their softness has been awhile
Just the sight of them pull at my heartstrings
With every inch moving closer to her
My heart pounds as if it’s a timpani
Each and every drop of blood starts to stir
Reaching intensity of a coulee
We are so close can feel the other’s heat
Our eyes now closing, creating darkness
Preparing for two pairs of lips to meet
An expression of love which is ceaseless
Weightlessness of touch our joined lips linger
We yield, I wish moment could be longer
A Gust of Wind, John Singer Sargent (1887)
A Gust of Wind, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
You stand against a cerulean sky.
Flying against you wishing I could stop.
Did you feel a kiss which I did apply?
An easy target standing on hilltop.
Is my solemn desire to have you stay.
To let me repeatedly come your way.
Next to make your summer hat go astray,
Your hair now free to touch it as I may.
Being with you is my greatest delight.
To whirl closely around you in my flight,
But will abstain for fear to cause you fright.
O to forev’r be with you is my plight.
For to ev’r stop I would fail to exist,
But would be happy for your lips I kissed.
Johann Christian Dahl, A Cloud and Landscape Study by Moonlight (1822)
Clandestine Affair, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Above their heads the moon offered a smirk.
The fall wind an ugly message did send.
Assured are they in their clandestine work,
Sliding closer and closer at each bend.
The language of love both very fluent.
As the solid oak door was opened wide,
Coats carelessly flung off in an instant.
Now for magical moments here inside.
Fireplace and they were about to compete.
Her head tossed back caught the glorious light,
Here on in actions will be indiscreet.
Thank heaven for this libidinous night.
In their completeness they sat by the fire,
After having consumed all their desire.
Moonlight Seascape, Thomas Moran (1892)
Lovers Consumed by the Sea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Amphitrite at the shore outward gazing.
Neptune moved stealthily and kissed her feet.
His touch of her so exhilarating,
She staring down sending a smile so sweet.
Music from the waves kept her in a trance,
Moves her body as if doing a dance.
No longer now giving the sea a glance,
Then came roaring a wave of great expanse.
Sea now became still so quiet it be,
Amphitrite now has returned to the sea.
Consumed for love by Neptune’s own decree,
As he was by the goddess’s own beauty.
The hypnotic sea with powering might,
Continues to draw lovers every night.
The Day After, Edvard Munch (c. 1895)
The Day After, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Here am I laying idle on my bed,
Wond’r what is going on inside my head.
Should be up doing things I always dread.
Will lazily linger awhile instead.
Having real trouble with what I’ve read.
Extremely troubling thoughts it did embed.
Thinking that down the wrong path I am led.
Somehow very soon these thoughts I must shed.
Not logical for myself to behead.
Now I hold tightly to a single thread.
Is it true, to a fool I soon be wed?
Am I the fool listening to what is said?
Dangerous to heed the gossip they spread,
All of this talk has made my face blood-red.
Unknown Artist, Lovers (c. 1910)
Lovers’ Moon, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
So close to Cupid, fear we’re his target.
Come we shall take the staircase to heaven.
There memories made never to forget.
Lovers’ moon so bright will be our beacon.
If you be chilled, here take my loving heart,
Aflame of a resplendent love of you.
As you have neutralized every rampart,
Eagerly awaits your love to imbue.
Ask me not why I feel the way I do,
Very first sight of you love would ensue.
Such a feeling will always continue,
Admitting my love never to eschew.
Though tonight’s lovers’ moon is soon to set,
Its light on you face thoughts of when we met.
Edwin Lord Weeks, A Game of Chess (c. 1900)
A Game of Chess, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Life, as Chess, is a game of strategy,
And chance, with the outcome known early on,
Determined by players’ ability.
Here for sure, the loser will be the Kahn.
It appears, she has made, all the right moves.
He’s vulnerable with no defenses.
In turn, important pieces she removes.
Game but over, he’s lost all his senses.
She has done more, than just capture his king.
It’s she who decides, the kind of action.
Now the game, will be all of her making.
To be done, to her full satisfaction.
Unlike chess, life can produce two winners.
Being in love makes them co-prisoners.