At Those Moments

The moment he straddles my hips and applies his lips to mine,

The moment I press my cheek to his belly or feel his arms around
my neck,

At those moments his slightest touch is remembered and grieved.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved   

One Night at Hula’s

you swirled in
as a flame
all-consuming;

nothing was
left after
you passed.

You touched
me and I was
ash.

 

(c) Bob Goldstein, Honolulu 1981 All Rights Reserved

Waxy, Pointillist, and Drooping

Digital pointillist painting of a leaf falling in a swirl of color.
Waxy, Pointillist, and Drooping-

Pacing

in my

footsteps.

Will not all

the perfumes

of Arabia

lure me

into heat?

Waxy,

Pointillist,

and

drooping

 

Image and poem (c) Rob Goldstein 2017 all rights reserved

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The Kiss

VR based digital painting of two mail avatars in the last few seconds before a kiss
The Kiss

soft

       hard

stroke smooth smoothly stroked back

rest chest on chest

                                  thigh on thigh

my hard on your soft

kiss…

(c) Bob Goldstein 1976

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