Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Sunday confessions, cat



Each bead

thumbed in reverence

not with prayer

but with each burning desire

that begins

with your name.




wafer upon my tongue

a prayer in my head

as I imagine your taste.


These days

he becomes the starting

and ending words

of my Sunday confessions.


No sooner have I confessed

and repented

than he has me on my knees.



Each defilement



and dark. 


Confess to me.

Satisfy your sins

along every silken inch of skin.

My curves

your path

of destruction

of salvation.



*Another instalment in my Sunday confessions.


Photograph taken from Pinterest




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.

2 thoughts on “Sunday confessions, cat

  1. This is pure magic!!!!!! This is me to a tee

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