G olden lady — just who are you
a beauty sure to mesmerize
so seductive as to scandalize
your my every dream come true
I’m spellbound by your magic eyes
I’m in a trance — you hypnotize
a stare of comely crystal blue
floats low above a sensual pout
you hold my soul — I’ve no way out
tongue-wet lips smolder passion’s hue
blush painted by your master hand
such masterstrokes you understand
I’m captive — nothing I can do
I’m quite hopelessly addicted
my sweet angel — you’re so wicked
golden lady — just who are you
your my every dream come true
a stare of comely crystal blue
tongue-wet lips smolder passion’s hue
I’m captive — nothing I can do
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rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at: dVerse
Nicely done Rob!
Thank you James… 🙂
I hope she was one of your nurses!
No Shawna, just an old man’s memory, of one of my beautiful 70’s backup singers from my band, whom I dated and adored — and who broke my heart!
<3
I’d like to read more about your band days. Are there poems you can direct me to?
I’ll peruse my site and forward a couple other links Shawna.
Such a sensual succumbing – wicked indeed!
Thank you Marion. 🙂
The golden lady is a spell binding beauty. Lovely work with the form Rob. Have a good weekend.
Thank you Grace! You have a great weekend too my friend… 😉
Don’t laugh … I used to be her. Sixty years ago. Love your poem.
Thank you for your kind words. You will hear no laughter. Me as well, just different gender. I have always sensed that about you Helen, in your writing, and your charm online. I feel the kinship in our past experiences my friend. BTW — we still are, just more wisdom now… 😉
Ahhhhh, ya got me!!
🙂 😉
She certainly is very lovely looking!
Yes she certainly is. Hope you liked the writing as well Rosemary. 🙂
Memories often enlarge our images at their beginnings. The sharp edges of mine dulled someplace between 40 and 49 years of marriage. I didn’t recognize my ex when she first sat down beside me at a granddaughter’s wedding. After whispers between Mrs. Jim and me, she had helped my memory. I had remembered the ex as smaller and ????
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We always modify the past a bit, closer to what we prefer.
Rob, your poem is truly enchanting and it pulls together so well at the end.
Thank you Lisa. Took me a while to get it rolling… 🙂
Ooh! Such a good one, Rob, indeed a beauty!
Thank you Punam! 🙂
Our memories don’t get old and neither the passions we feel for the past.
Very well said Debi! 🙂
Good one. She is a beauty who can easily put a spell on you. I enjoyed looking at the photos of your young you as well. Cool. I see you were a singer? and that one of your names is Tieke
Tieke is the Maori name for the Saddleback bird who lives in the North Island of NZ
Love that quote from the Dead poets society
Thank you Marja. Found out last year at age 74, that I was born out of wedlock, to a woman named Evelyn Tieke, who named me Joseph Tieke at my birth in an orphanage in Cincinnati, Ohio — Evelyn left me there. My oldest child, my daughter, found this out on her own and shared it with me. So I was Joseph Tieke at birth, later to be renamed Robert Kistner when I was finally adopted. I started singing as a teen in 1963, joining and later forming many bands into the 1980’s — more than 2 decades while in high school, college and beyond. Fascinating about the NZ bird. DPS was a greatmovie!
Thank you for your story
🙂
Some shine more golden than others in memory. This is a beautiful tribute to your golden girl, Rob.
Thank you Sherry! 😉
So wicked, indeed– you. This is so lovely. Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome Selma! 😉
Beautiful poem Rob
Much love
Thank you Gillena — much love to you my friend! 🙂
Ooh this is gorgeously rendered, Rob 😀 I especially like; “a stare of comely crystal blue/floats low above a sensual pout.”
Thank you Sanaa…! 😉
Go with the flow, what else can be done? 🙂
Absolutely!
Such a temptress… and so easy to be pulled in by those eyes.
Oh my yeas Bjorn… 🙂
A seductive riff on a great Stevie Wonder song!
Glad it resonated for you Ingrid.
Sensual, hopelessly romantic poem, Rob!
That’s me Sara — hopeless… 😉