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.
Silvio Allason, Il Bacio (c. 1900)
The Last Kiss, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Without your tender touch I’m in prison.
Deafened not hearing your dulcet voice.
Absent your beauty I have no vision.
My life without you death would be the choice.
Rules are made to deter such love as ours.
Explaining why they can’t give good reason,
Excuses why numerous as the stars.
Our deep love is tantamount to treason.
Cannot be without you another day.
Bells striking eight I shall be at the gate.
To touch your loving lips to God I pray.
My torn heart shall falter if you be late.
Our last loving kiss will be my farewell,
In this world there is no desire to dwell.
Ambrogio-Antonio Alciati, Le Baiser (c. 1910)
A Kiss of Love or Desire, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
I’m a volcano ready to erupt!
Not sure, be it love or be it desire.
Surely, one leads to heaven one the fire.
Suddenly into my heart you irrupt,
Such a feeling you shall not interrupt.
For it is your love I wish to acquire,
And the very least to evoke your ire.
I plead that you not leave this heart bankrupt.
Oh it is you who are the biggest fool,
You failed to read the love signs sent.
Ignorance treats this heart so cruel,
Now we are so close show me your intent.
Be it your choice ov’r my heart you may rule,
And into heaven we shall both ascent.