The Sleepwalker, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The SleepwalkerThe Sleepwalker, Maximillian Pirner (1878)

The Sleepwalker

A love to steal, who she thinks is real
Pondering over him both day and night
Her deep anguish she attempts to conceal
Searching the darkness without any fright

In the secret of her mind he’s divine
She claims his perfect love never to spurn
Eager to have their hot bodies entwine
Before daylight she finds a safe return

She knows one day of finding her lover
That she would soon share the warmth of his bed
Then one deep dark night she did discover
The exact place where he did lay his head

On the narrow ledge, not taking a breath
Wind came along, now falling to her death

Yes or No, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Yes or NoYes or No, Edmund Blair Leighton (1890)

Yes or No

With a feeling bluer than my nosegay
Worrisome heart in doubt, life uncertain
Still not knowing what exactly to say
Is today to be the final curtain

He claims an undying love ever true
Is there a chance his love to go a stray
But he gave a feeling I never knew
Feeling continues till this very day

Is confusion of mind, love that I feel
Thought love to be much joy and happiness
Not an aching heart, a painful ordeal
Yet such warm comfort from his gentleness

Yes or no, somehow I must now decide
Shall it be goodbye or become his bride

 

Fire of Desire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

 

Fire of DesireChez le Pere Lathuille, Edouard Manet (1878)

Fire of Desire

Would have preferred giving another rose
Not of yellow but of the brightest red
Symbol of what my heart really shows
To speak softly words I have never said

With little effort my heart you did steal
Excitement you created from the start
A feeling inside that is so real
To carry great love for you in my heart

Pray that there is no need to hesitate
To shower you with my eager passion
I am burning with love and cannot wait
Compressed within more heat than any sun

This inferno your beauty did ignite
Will consume me to wait another night

 

Another Pearl, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Another PeartlDonna Franca Florio, Giovanni Boldini (1924)

Another Pearl

Alone, sleepless with overladen head
Willing to share body heat if I might
Not sure if anyone heard what was said
Oh, you are here my princess of the night

A cold lonely night I would surely dread
You with me will make the deep darkness bright
Have your softness in my libertine bed
Just your hand’s touch will make my blood ignite

To add another pearl about your head
After wanton passion you do incite
And every ounce of my desire has fled
From you holding us at arousing height

How I quake from a rhapsody delight
To have you in the haze of the moonlight