Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Sunday confessions, deux




I wake

with reverent thought.

My touch upon my skin

is my morning confessional to you.



across your lap

as you teach me new prayers

with your hands.


Punishment and penance

I’m on my knees in prayer

rosary between my fingers

your hands

in my hair.


I kneel to say my prayers

I whisper your name instead…


I make my confessions

one sin at a time.



when I find myself confessing

in words

instead of pictures.



a day of rituals

the holiest one of all


divesting myself

of my clothes

as my inhibitions 

fall to the floor

with a sigh.


Making him devout

converting him to my religion

one naked curve

at a time.


You are the perfect sin

I ache to confess

but never to repent.


Until my next Sunday confession…



Artwork by Ibrahem Swaid

Author: sirensong1208

I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.

4 thoughts on “Sunday confessions, deux

  1. This is the perfect Sunday morning worship indeed

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