The frowning night
Aches with loneliness.
My arms are empty
But my mind is full.
My voice
In the dark
Is quiet, hushed.
In silent veneration.
I picture your face
I hear your voice
I feel you
In my soul.
Then
And only then
When I feel you
In me
Do I whisper your name
And find the brightest star in the sky
And call it yours.
Artwork taken from Pinterest
One of my first blog posts. Initially it was a very short poem but I have fleshed it out a bit. Thank you for humouring my whimsy.
He sees it through new eyes.
Her eyes.
His path
Once well trodden
And comfortable
Has gained new light
New interest.
With her
His journey has become exciting again.
For in the mellifluous midnight
Of her soul
He has found a foil
For his own darkness
Photograph taken from Tumblr
I feel you.
Just out of reach.
I close my eyes to focus
And you are here with me.
A tingle of awareness and a sharp quiver
Runs along my spine and lodges within my core.
Arousing me
Deeply.
Do you know? Can you tell?
Do you feel that catch in my breath…
As I think of you
My nipples hardening as I think of your touch
Of your breath upon them a moment before your lips
Before your tongue
Tastes them.
Never have they known such blissful awakening.
Does your breath catch as you think of touching me that way..
Does the line of your trousers change?
Does it tighten, imperceptibly
Noticeable to no one
But you?
Do you close your own eyes
Thinking of me
Smiling wickedly
As you play that film reel in your head
Replaying
Days
Months
Layer after layer stripped away
Leaving me bare to your hungry gaze.
Knowing my gaze
Upon you
Was just as ravenous…
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by sirensong1208
Ireland, 2014
She walked the cliffs
High above the sea.
The path covered in the verdant green of summer
Dotted with gorse and heather
Ancient stones alluding to another life
Another world.
She inhaled the salty air
Letting it fill her lungs
And let the sound of waves against rock
Fill her ears.
The smells and sounds
Affecting her like no other.
She sat and surveyed the infinite expanse of blue-green in front of her
Watching as the white tipped waves raced toward the shore.
He was in her mind as she sat there
At what felt like the top of the world
Feet dangling over the side
Silent in all but thought
Watching the surf dance and froth.
She wished he was there
To join her in this quiet veneration
Of the sea.
She longed to sit close to him
Thigh to thigh
Her head upon his shoulder
His arm pulling her close
Into his side.
Absorbing the light, the sounds, the smells
Silently.
For with this kinship that they feel
With the sea
Words are not needed
When souls speak.
Photographs taken by sirensong1208
**This is meant to be a companion piece to my most recently re blogged “I will see you”…
This is not a new post but one of the first that I blogged in October although written during the previous summer. I hope the reader enjoys its second outing…
I will see you
In every blue sky above me
And as I hike the rocky hillsides
Scattered with gorse
I will see you
As I look upon the mighty Atlantic
And as I photograph breathtaking architecture
I will feel you
In the soft, quiet of my evening
And as I slip into dreams of you
I will miss you.
Photograph by sirensong1208
Simple and yet quite delicious…
Read more from this talented poet..
Spread
your darkest sins
before me
Burn
before me
naked
exposed
wanting
hand over
control
It’s not only
your gluttonous
tasteful
gipsy
flesh and blood
I’m after
No
my gorgeous
dark winged
temptation
It’s your bare soul
I am not made of stone.
I have been told
That I wear my heart upon my sleeve
That my writing tells all.
While my writing is imbued with
My thoughts, my feelings, my desires
I write only what I want known.
I am a world of private thoughts and feelings
Pain and joy
Mine to share
If I desire.
You will not find me crying publicly
But that does not mean I don’t hurt
It does not mean that the tears I shed
Don’t run hot down my face
When I am alone.
I get confused and frustrated
I have feelings
I have pride
I can be hurt by unkindness
By insensitivity
Especially when it’s unwarranted
Though you’ll never know how much.
No, I am not made of stone
I am made
Of heart
And soul
Photograph taken from WhiteNoten
