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I take her into my arms
she brings her lips to mine
I run my hands down her back
caressing the satin flesh
that tapers to my touch
until my fingers
gently cup the firm and tender
that swells and rises
atop taut lush velvet stems
we collapse in passion
folding into one another
her breath hot on my neck
as I whisper warm into her ear
vive la difference
my love
vive la difference
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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you do not see
me
no shadow do I cast
that you perceive
no movement
to catch your eye
no color
no shape
no texture that is truly mine
you see
the avatar of your fantasy
the puppet of your desires
the specter of your lust
to you
I
am invisible
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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…image found here…
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young flower fresh-bloomed
engorged with succulence
bursting with life’s urgency
vibrantly seductive
dewy lips of supple petal
lay open in offered sweet delight
velvet pistil of gentle blush
enwrapped in throat of golden hue
this vision of tender ecstasy
entices with a lilting sway
a fragrance to intoxicate
wafting from the luscious folds
breathing in the rich bouquet
all senses stirred and tantalized
my eyes embrace this visage rare
pleasured in the heady moment
captive by such vital beauty
consumed, one savors slowly
exquisitely delicious
this tender bud, full bloomed
• • •
(minimalist version)
•
young flower
fresh-bloomed
engorged
bursting
seductive
supple petals lay open
velvet pistil
soft in golden throat
lilting fragrant folds
stir the senses
consumed
one savors slowly
exquisite
this tender bud
full bloomed
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
•
a tear can cloud the brightest day
song will brush aside the clouds
is not sadness just a passing state
but what a melody can chase away
a tune played true with voice in tow
little sorrows flee from such display
thing is, so few will dare seek joy
and thus succumb to feeling low
yet when life is lived in harmony
what hurt you have will drift and fade
joy in chorus will lift the heart
it swells the soul in reverie
is it not foolish to keep bliss entombed
to see not but the dark and gloom
sing — and laughter will light the room
a song is but a little thing
and yet what joy it is to sing
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
•
furtive strumpet nonpareil
fumbles from the motor-coach
cup of bacchus fondled lush
held close to velvet bodice
supple breast, soft loin and limbs
costumed for seduction
magenta lace and turquoise silk
kindles lust’s combustion
sweet undulation in a mirror mist
of moonlight on the midnight fog
beckons through the dewy fern
enticing — come enjoy
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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lilting golden
‘long an autumn lane
carried gentle
on the winds
the rustle of aspens
lush and hush
like the murmur
of whispered passion
from a lover’s lips
a’tremble with desire
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
NaPoMo poem-set #28
This is the twenty eighth day of poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This set of seven haiku were inspired by the read write poem NaPoWriMo prompt #28, “Seeing Red”.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Seven Red
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inquiries of heart
from summer red lover’s lips
float like butterflies
•
green leaves on blue pond
float in golden summer sun
red bird softly sings
•
golden sun burns bright
scorching the red rock canyon
Sedona summer
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eyes red from crying
words cannot be taken back
she will leave today
•
a ruby droplet
the yellow rose bears sharp thorns
we will share red wine
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path forked this spring morne
white-tails chose tall trees instead
redwoods are safety
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spring snow-pack’s melting
fresh mountain stream tumbles clear
under red maples
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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• you can find other NaPoMo offerings at read write poem
NaPoMo poem #20
This is the twentieth of the poems I will write this April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
This poem was inspired by the image below entitled “The Bride Wore Red”, by Pareeerica…
Spellbound
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scarlet lady in crimson silk
a beauty to mesmerize
sculpted by a master’s hand
so seductive as to scandalize
a stare of comely crystal blue
floats above a ruby pout
spellbound by her magic eyes
she holds your soul with no way out
her tongue tip teases her top lip’s edge
like a supple paintbrush flowing
her smile will pierce and hypnotize
then wrap around you knowing
you are now her helpless captive
quite hopelessly addicted
in the velvet grip of her mystery
is she an angle or is she wicked
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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• you can find other NaPoMo offerings at read write poem
NaPoMo poem #14
This is the fourteenth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
The Return
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as 2 cords
of diamond bright white
clustered up from behind
to nudge me onward
the precious ribbons
stranded for miles
disappearing over the horizons
the freeway had been dense
this night
as I made my way
from the busy airport
back to our beloved home
our sanctuary
the one we’d found together
deciding immediately – this was it
on that crisp spring saturday
when we were beginning
to feel we never would
the home we’d come to cherish
but finally
this turn
down our country lane
I could make it in my sleep
so familiar
I anticipate every bend
and rise
every dip
they are welcome as a friend
like the sound of my tires
as they trundle ‘cross
the narrow wooden bridge
that fords
our crystal trout stream
as it falls
brisk from mountain snow-pack
and coming round
I see the corridor
of faithful old-growth Doug’s
stepping back for me
to nestle the foothills
inviting my return
guarding my safe passage
they sway
as if to celebrate
that I am back
now
it’s left up our gravel drive
the pebble and crushed rock
crunch and clatter in stony rustle
as I traverse our hill
then swing onto our concrete carport
pause
and key the engine off
all is silent
save the tick and popping
as the engine cools
this is my favorite moment
just before I open the door
to step up
and approach the house
to bring myself to you
this moment of anticipation
knowing you are waiting
bathed and fragrant
warm and soft
dressed in something that will whisper
welcome home my love
I’ve missed you
then I take you in my arms
fall into your loving eyes
pull your willing body close
to wrap ‘round you
and drink you in
intoxicated
these moments
melt into sweet love making
that continues until exhaustion
we both love
when I return
happy ending, stop here…… from a business trip ……stop here, happy ending
• • •
tearful ending, read on…… but tonight ……read on, tearful ending
I do not key the engine off
I do not reach for the handle
do not open the door
I simply
sit
you are no longer waiting
not in quite sometime
not since you lost your battle brave
not since I held you
that final time
your body still warm and soft
not since then
not since then
now
my business trips are longer
my returns
fewer
and farther between
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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• you can find other NaPoMo offerings at read write poem
NaPoMo poem #13-A
This is the thirteen-A of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
This poem is inspired by the most beautiful, most sensual, and my most favorite of all the flowers of our planet — the orchid.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
Orchid
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young orchid
fresh-bloomed
engorged
bursting with life’s urgency
vibrant
and seductive
dewy lips
of supple petal
lay tender open
a velvet pistil
of gentle blush
is enwrapped
in a throat of fiery hue
so exhilarating
enticing
as it lilts
and sways
a fragrance
that intoxicates
wafts
from sensuous folds
the lush bouquet
tantalizes
eyes embrace
the vision rare
as senses stir
pleasured
in this heady moment
captive
by such vital beauty
consumed
one savors slowly
exquisitely delicious
this tender bud
full bloomed
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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• you can find other NaPoMo offerings at read write poem
NaPoMo poem #8
This is the eighth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
My First
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radiant in the bloom of youth
perfect skin of alabaster
eyes blue as the sea of Zanadu
chestnut hair flows thick and lustrous
your voice is soft as spring’s first breeze
as rich and melodic as Chopin’s sonata
your beauty smolders like an august night
so much more than captivating
as your satin robe falls soft away
your shoulders catch the moon’s embrace
and as you gaze into my eyes
my heart and all of time stands still
my eyes then glide your wondrous flesh
trace the gentle edge of dark and light
where moonlight fondles your perfect form
as it enfolds you through the open window
I follow full measure your lyric essence
lost in the tangles of your silken hair
aglow in nocturne’s silvered light
as they fan in wisps your graceful neck
I linger on eager bud of tender breast
then fall entranced by the velvet flower
shadowed in the satin cleft
where supple limb meets supple limb
I reach to take you in my arms
to learn the feel of you on me
with precious care I lay you down
and enwrap you in a lover’s passion
alive in a rush of sweet sensations
I’m swept away in a flood of pleasure
so wonderfully new – you are my first
the one I always will remember
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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• you can find other NaPoMo offerings at read write poem
NaPoMo poem #3
This is the third of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
3rd Time – Love
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you maiden of ice and storm
grew hard-edged and ever bitter
brittle as a sun-parched bone
chilled as a steel-cold touch
and you maiden of your jealous god
grew sullen and removed
closed tight to this worldly plane
pining for your not-yet bliss
now sweet maiden of the tender soul
of warmth and open joy
you come to me with passion’s kiss
to claim my love for life
these three forever known by me
each occupied a different dream
two knew a man who’s now long past
one knows and holds my heart
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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• you can find other NaPoMo offerings at read write poem
Love & War
The Nightmare
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my eyes
crisp from the day’s cruel sun
burnt by devastation’s fires
scorched by images of relentless horror
take refuge
in this late-evening fog
settling heavy as a shroud
clinging
opaque
mercifully obscuring
I am sustained
by this damp pall
that descends cool upon me
wraps ‘round my pained countenance
fevered with fatigue
twisted with despair
drawn
by a faded memory of honor
a faint echo of duty
a frayed thread of human dignity
I stumble
broken by this sin I shoulder
not of my making
but of my charge
my sin
unleashed by others
who would impose their delusions
to advance their evil agenda
those who would rule the world
a world now broken
corrupted by their illusions
spoiled by their vanity
a world in chaos
as darkness deepens
this nocturne
I have but this ruin-riddled
highway of blood
of dying dreams
violated innocence
merciless destruction
of horrific death
this path of my duplicity
of my guilt
my shame
and so
I stumble on
bent by the weight of this falling evening
drowned in its drenching sorrow
my spirit hollow and empty
I slink exhausted
into this coming night
and
the next night
and
the night that follows
that always follows
captive on this road of murder
of brutal
human
arrogance
a prisoner
of this lost highway
seeking forgiveness
• • •
The Return
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distant
slurred
reverberant
like a voice in a canyon
I hear you calling
from the past
my name
rolling sweet as nectar
from your lips
soft as orchid petals
full as a bursting peach
glistening deep coral
as they wrapped softly
‘round each pouted syllable
when you bid me tender farewell
so long ago
our fingertips had strained to grasp
until the final sensation of warmth
of touch
had faded
and they drifted apart
I had struggled
to tear my eyes from your tears
that glistened on your lashes
and around your swollen eyes
blue as a deep summer sky
to slip softly
over the crests of your velvet cheeks
down the contour of your face
flushed as sunset
to lightly salt your quivering lips
numb and dazed
I tunneled down the loading gate
toward the jet
that took me to hell
in those final moments
I locked the image
of your sorrowed face of love
deep in my heart
there it lives as my salvation
my only grasp on sanity
in these horrific years
my lips too
had quivered on that day
from the sting of separation
from the chilling knowledge
I would soon taste
the bitter blood of war
foul with the stench of death
not yet departed
I had longed
on that day
to gaze once more
into your brilliant blue eyes
and taste your sweetness on my lips
as I return this day
trying to face reality at 30,000 feet
I taste the salt of sadness
I fear a kiss from me
with my killer’s mouth
will forever defile
the fragile innocence of your lips
soft as orchid petals
full as a bursting peach
that glistened
and quivered
when last we parted
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
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…photorendering entitled “Blood Orchid” by: rob kistner © 2008
The Hunger
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filled with passion
you gaze longingly
upon the tender treat
that’s spread before you
waiting
the flesh is soft
and moist
and pink
as slowly you penetrate
then gently lift
you feel the quivering mass
slide full upon your prong
to turn
and eagerly lay
upon your bed of fire
the heat consumes
as juices flow
senses stir
while desire mounts
aroused in hungry anticipation
of the ultimate pleasure
and heady bliss
that is
a perfect loin
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
…more poems of hungry passion found at “readwritepoem”
Seasons of Love
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I take you in a park in May
in the cool Spring breeze at the end of day
on the silvered beach of a white-capped bay
at the mouth of a moonlit waterway
I take you in a tree-filled park
on a matt of fallen aspen bark
to the Summer song of a meadow lark
on a sunny day until the dark
I take you by the garden wall
in the dappled shade of a willow tall
on the scattered down of its leafy sprawl
on a crisp, and heady day in Fall
I take you by the oaken mill
‘neath an autumn tree on a grassy hill
I will take you in the early chill
when our Winter comes — I will take you still
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
…wonderful poems found at “readwritepoem”