Melancholy’s grey
the black of loss
fear’s dark ebony
the violet of regret
the purples of pain and anger
sorrowful blues
peaceful greens
golden joy
laughter’s bright amber
love’s ruby red
the scarlet of passion
the white of knowledge
these are the colors
of my life
painted by the brushstrokes of time
blended in the palette
that defines my essence
by these
you know me
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rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at: The Sunday Muse
He feels the weight of her thigh
pressing against his
the flesh of her hip
urgent against him
the warmth
as he responds involuntarily
a heat spreads through him
a quickening of pulse
he swells and swoons
growing rigid and eager
a deep need overtakes him
he reaches ’round her
firmly encircling her waist
with his strong arm
bending her forward
with the power of his body
as begins a dance of desire
consumed by her passion
his urges hot and husky
on her ear and cheek
they churn in slow pleasure
building in lustful pace and tension
they dance and dance
spinning into a carnal fury
a great release
sweeps over them
they melt together
in fevered bliss
matching breath for slowing breath
his lips
soft on the nape of her neck
they drift to earth
entwined in the joy
the afterglow
of love’s lingered embrace
of the rich red wine
of passion
now
it’s passion’s memory
of love lost
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rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at: The Sunday Muse
T his epiphany
incandesces my essence
burns deep my soul
stirs my spirit
unsettles my being
ignites my wonder
and whets my seeker’s vessel
with need to be filled full
at once familiar
yet exotically foreign
strangely boxed
but exquisitely wrapped
in longing
loss
love
and infinitely more
it reachs to a hollow place
deep within
echoing a past
awakening a myth
exposing that which I embrace
in the moment
as truth
stirring my pain
my loneliness
my hope
offering just enough answer
that I combust with questions
sacred uncertainties
suspended in inquiry
in memories of neverwas
recognition of evermore
enrapt in blissful cognizance
of that which was once not known
but now love breaks like a golden dawn
once transfixed by this mystery
I am now elevated by insight
impaled by love’s vision
aflame in ecstasy
the portal is thrown open
love rises like the sun
it is a good day
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rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at: The Sunday Muse