This Dance


This Dance

he feels the weight of her thigh
pressing against his

the flesh of her hip
urgent against his groin

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

his other hand frees himself
he enters her fully
consumed by her passion

begins a dance of dizzying desire

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

• • •

rob kistner © 2015

…inspired by Mag 254




here hang
the soiled
and tattered husks
poorly washed
of those
who would be
real persons
save their abandonment
in this place and time
out of sync
of awkward fit
paralyzing naïveté
bad teeth
and hard truths

• • •

rob kistner © 1/10/15

this poem loosely inspired by this visual prompt at Magpie

Silent Singing

Watching the cosmos and marveling, tonight I go beyond my limitations to a place that touches the edge of infinite, to the place where humility is born, where the first thread was tweaked to unfurl – were is spoken the language of awe, and silent wonder is the song that is sung…

Dawn Breaks

Dawn Breaks

When the fire of love
Flickers dims and dies
And a shadow falls
Deep in darkened eyes
Hollow words of love
Are but empty lies

That open door
of a tender heart
Has swung quietly closed
Round the fragile part

What once so sweet and effortless
Can never again feel right
And the fall begins so near unseen
As though but the passing of night

Until one morning no dawn breaks
No tenderness nor warmth awakes
And a loneliness encircles slow
You seek the one that you’ve loved so
She’s here arms reach
She shares your bed
You roll and turn and lift your head
You search her face in the predawn glow
Whose eyes these are you no longer know
You feel no tears you feel no fight
A sadness rises from this night
That it never truly will again be right

It’s in this painful clarity
You realize you know
That though you stayed quite sound asleep
You heart left long ago.

– rob Kistner 2013



I slipped beneath
the waves
caught in a cloudy

no bottom in sight

• • •

rob kistner © 2013


Day 15 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013


on the senseless Boston Marathon bombing

to kill this way
cold as a viper’s stare

what could have happened
for you to lose your heart
to forfeit your soul
to abandon your humanity
so completely

human life as arbitrary
as landfall of a wind-blown leaf
the victims of your faceless rage
as random as that leaf

you shock us
you repulse us
but you will not
frighten us

you will not hold us captive
we will live our lives
with even more passion
we outnumber you

today we were a new parent
a lost friend found
a healer
a teacher
a laugh over dinner
an overdue book returned
an overdue dream realized

and what were you
a coward

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

Hot Water

Day 14 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013

Hot Water

memories of falling in love

waiting for the water to get hot
hearing it resonate
ringing the stainless steel of the sink
I’m caught in a brief daydream

it’s 1987
I am standing over another sink
a girl I recently met
I offered to do the dishes
so out of character
but I wanted to impress

she invited me over for dinner
great meal
great evening
great face
great smile

though several decades
since I’d been a teenager in love
but I am smitten
I remember the feeling
almost giddy

as I plunge into the suds
searching for another plate
we are deep in conversation
I remember
I love talking with her
love hearing her laugh
love her velvet skin
love her great green eyes
love her

it’s true
I’ve fallen in love
like some school kid
and at my age
but the feeling is intoxicating

how nice it would be again
for even just one day
to feel that new
that innocent
that energized
that taken by another

her voice calls from the other room
lifts me from my reverie
I am still at her house
but it’s now our house
has been for many years

her skin is not quite velvet any longer
but her smile
still captivating
I’m still soothed by her voice
still love spending time with her
even now

how much time do we have left

certainly enough to finish these dishes
and the water is finally hot

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

Life is Duality

Day 13 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013

Life Is Duality

on catching a glimpse of the Great Mysery

I sometimes get very dark
my emotions get brittle and heavy
– an anger at life swells

every time I dig deep enough
be it on my own
or in a counseling session
I find two constants

they are things I cannot change
but they have left a most indelible mark

one unfolded over a horrendous period of early years
one happened in a horrible flash during my mid-life
both so horrific they changed forever my humanity

try as I do their darkness still surfaces
and my inner light gets smothered
— but I will never stop facing them down
when I feel them getting a chilled grip on my essence

that is what life is
keeping the good fight
and embracing with love and gratitude
the beauty we have also been given
and we have been given so much so amazing

life is duality —
life is balance —
the keeping of it —
and the regaining of it when it’s lost…

if you have lived long enough
is DOES get lost at times – often very lost

but life is an awesome opportunity
an experience of the profound and mysterious
the mystery we are not meant to solve
but rather to celebrate with grace and wonder

peace to all this Friday night
may love touch all of our lives
for love is the gateway to the great mystery

as one of our last great modern prophets, John said —
love is all you need
and in the end
the love you take is equal to the love you make…

so find your lover and make love
with great freedom, abandon, gratitude,
and the energy of the spheres…!!! :)

• • •

rob kistner © 2013


Day 12 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013


on nightmare situations

it’s nightfall
the darkness now descends
the hand of grief extends
terror is knocking at the door

it’s nightfall
words of sorrow stain my lips
slip through my fingertips
and scatter ‘cross the floor

it’s nightfall
the shadows hide my tears
but I am haunted by my fears
I am broken evermore

it’s nightfall
dark waves of misery
are rising like the sea
I am stranded on the shore

it’s nightfall
I am lost I am alone
confusion grips me to the bone
horror chills me to my core

out of the nightfall
I hear you call my name
I have finally gone insane
it is the end for me I’m sure

again I hear you call
then I know what this must mean
this has all been just a dream
I have simply been asleep
albeit very very deep
soon my eyes will open
once this nightmare’s spell is broken
soon the sun will rise once more
at least I pray that’s what’s in store

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

Talking To The Wind

Day 11 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013

Talking To The Wind

on being open and vulnerable

to the angry wind
finds you conversing
only with yourself

the hardened stone
your hidden secrets
keeps them untold

with the lofty tree
your broken dreams
you hurt alone

you need connection
with a pulsing heart
tender flesh
with blood and bone

a battled brother
a seasoned sister
someone to hear you
to feel to see

to dry your tears
to call your shit
if that is how
it needs to be

someone who’s there
someone to care
but only if you
if you care too

only if you live
outside your self
where you can be found
and heard and felt

where you can feel
where you’re vulnerable
where you are real
with much to lose

if you do this
then you can love
if you put yourself
out there for love

then all your secrets
your broken dreams
all your precious stories
will find a home

a healing place
to be touched and held
to feel pleasure
to balance pain

but first
are you ready
are you willing
have you reached that place
where it’s ok
to lose it all
to find yourself
to find your grace

only out here
on this deeply bruised
and bloodied edge
midst real fear
can you ever be
all you can be

wholly human
truly free

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

Stardust Thief

Day 10 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013

Stardust Thief

on courage

ride the moon
like the ferryman’s craft
to the secret place of dreams

ride the moon
like the stardust thief
pilfering the jeweled night sky

ride the moon
to seek the truth
hidden in the folds of time

it sparkles there
just out of reach
waiting for the worthy man

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

No One

Day 9 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013

No One

on independence

if one is not author of the life one lives
it is plagiarized
its essence forged

do not contain me in your truth
I live beyond the lie

do not seek me on the surface
I break deep below the false

do not expect I ignite for you
you are not my flint

do not attempt to chart my course
I search my own horizon

do not summon me to your queue
you are not my piper

the cadence to which I tight step
pulses in my heart alone

I fall in line for no one

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

I shared this poem at dVerse.

The Ache

Day 8 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013

The Ache

on love’s regret

there is a brilliant darkness
of the broken soul
from which springs a well
of melancholy
so deep
and bittersweet
as to stir the tongue
of the brooding poet
to loose a torrent
of sorrowed yearning
so rich with longing
that the hearts
of all who read
will ache
with raw desire
for the one true
and burning love
lost to fate
and all of time

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

…inspired by Mag 163
the visual prompt
at Magpie Tales
seen here

“Woman With a Towel”
Degas 1898

also inspired
by image above


my love
you step from your bath
draped softly in towel
gracefully poised
midst the fog of steam

your skin radiant
a’blush from the heat

your auburn hair
fondles damp ’round your shoulders
embraces your lithe neck

a sensuous vision
igniting a spark in my soul
stirring the passion of my heart
setting fire to my imagination

my love
your are venus
a goddess of desire
and my love

I can see your butt

• • •

rob kistner © 2013

*sorry about this cheeky bit :)


Day 7 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013
part of my Smalling Down™ series


on hearing a mouse under the bed

where do you come from
little guy

under our bed

what are you doing
waking us
from our sound sleep

what is your intention
what’s under there
that’s so interesting

perhaps a morsel
of snacks-in-bed
maybe a wayward
snip of thread

certainly your intention
is not to hide
not scratch scratch
scratching on the frame
like you are

it’s just your nervous tick

I get it now
my wife’s annoyance
with my constant leg bounce

but then
there’s her incessant tapping
with her writing pen

marriage is nothing
if not tolerance

but her sister
damned hard to believe
she’s from her family

and you
down there
where do you come from
where is your little house

you’re lucky
you know
you’ve been pardoned
granted a reprieve

my wife loves critters
critters all
large and small

she thinks you’re cute
she thinks you’re funny
she thinks you’re innocent

though you and me
we know better
don’t we

you’ve picked the right house
little mouse
the right bed
to be under
to pursue your plunder
you’re safe

…for now

• • •

rob kistner © 2013


Day 6 “first draft” for NaPoWriMo 2013
part of my Smalling Down™ series


on finally reaching the end

as he reached the threshold
he hesitated
breathed in
partially turned
head cocked
breath caught
hand resting on the door

their eyes met
each wanting to speak


she sighed
looked away
he dropped his head
pushed open the door
stepped through
walked slowly on
never looking back

it had all been said

• • •

rob kistner © 2013