Surfacing

…giving love another chance…

 

Surfacing

~

half full

your words resonate
and ring reverberant
in my melancholy

half empty
has always been my perspective

finding safety
in my hollow solitude
seeing the world
refracted through my sorrow

a shattered heart
can no longer break

there is nothing to lose
for one who is without

but were your love
to flood my isolation
to drown me in passion

I would gladly
risk it all again
to swim up
to the light
to the warmth

break the surface
buoyant with bliss
wet with desire

to reach
in the throes of ecstasy
to encircle your gentle face
in a lover’s trembling hands

to draw new life’s breath
from your tender lips
offered soft
and open in rescue
in a soul-kiss of rebirth

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

Unrequited

 

Unrequited

~

here
in the dream level
most like drowning
the id holds court

our darkest secrets
play out
in the false light
of veiled memory

recollections of fantasies
intersect our nightmares
drawing us
onto the plane of shadows

into the realm
of the almost familiar
where everything lives
at the edge of clarity

unmade promises
teeter precariously
on the tips
of rigor’d tongues

and hearts break
under weight
of unrequited
love

it is here
I lost
that which
I never found

you

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

Impaled

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painting: “Steps In Paris” by: Edward Hopper © 1906

 

Impaled

~

passion
let it run fire red
red as the roofs of Paris
that conceal the carnal
intertwined
on a starless night

in the throes
of sweating conquest
ripe with release
coursing with hunger
for the tender flesh
of reckless youth

white hot
as a deflowered bride
burning with the lust
of an august first-night
impaled on the horn
of promise and desire

there will be no truth
in these minglings
only raw bleeding need
and the quenchless thirst
for bittersweet
forbidden nectar

when you hear the whispers
know that it was so
and so it will remain
in the electric loins
of the skin slaves
aflame under red roofs

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~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

The Startled Man

 

The Startled Man

~

this “she” was birthed
in his fractured dreams
helpless as a forest fawn
frail as a snowflake
falling on a May predawn

a captive
to his fearful heart
caught in his twisted fantasy
conjured by his crippled soul
his power is his fallacy

he needs her weak
for at his core
he’s filled with sour doubt
knows his time of tyranny
is quickly running out

threatened
he seeks to dominate
silences her rising voice
to keep her mute and under thumb
tries to deny her right of choice

with strengthened will
she finds her voice
speaks direct to what she sees
startled by her forthright way
he wants her back upon her knees

once a hollow woman-husk
with sorrow dark as growing dusk
whose spirit withered
in the dimming light
as nightmares swelled
night after night
whose tears once seared the barren land

now rebukes
his fisted hand
and walks away
from the startled man

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

Entangled

 

Entangled

~

he spent his life
building and feathering his nest
head down
consumed in the process

a man committed
to the industry
of his task

so capable
so indendent
no time for distraction

wanting nothing
to interrupt
his single-minded endeavor

not needing
nor asking
for help
from anyone

finally one day
he rose up
to look around

to discover
he had achieved
every goal

every accomplishment
was indeed his alone
but terribly alone
he had no one

he was isolated
was entangled
in his cold
calculated
singular
success

he was
empty

and
sad

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012