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Scent of forever

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Ireland, June 2016

Though I am captivated by it’s rolling hills

verdant knolls in varied shades of luxuriant green

where there is history under every footfall

it is the sound of the ocean’s crash beyond me

and the scent of forever on the wind

that enthrals me

that rejuvenates my soul

and I exhale with longing

to always be this close

to my beloved sea.

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*The longing for the sea is a constant, never ebbing.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photographs taken by SirenSong1208


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Confession

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I give my confessions

to him.

In all honesty.

In complete acceptance.

Words spoken like an Act of Contrition

as I unveil my sins.

Sometimes singularly

and slowly

other times in tangled narratives

given in a rush of spleen

as I peel away the last vestiges of false image.

A veneer so sweet it made my teeth ache.

The insistence of honey over vinegar

made more palatable by convention.

The spicy, savoury, and sometimes sour

oft disdained,

a whisky burn

not for the faint of heart.

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©SirenSong1208 – 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Words become gravestones

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Words become gravestones

To memories

A cemetery never visited

The flowers wilted upon the grave

Of forgotten love

Silence

A grey mist that saturates

Emotions sealed up

In a casket

Lined with what could have been’s

As muffled lamentations

Fill the air

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©SirenSong1208 – 2017

Photograph by SirenSong1208


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All of those things

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It is all of those things

unsaid

that whisper in our ears

softly

but felt as though shouted.

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It is all of those things

wanted

desired

that we push

out of reach

out of sight.

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It is all of those things

that fire our blood

that make us

instinctively

think

fantasize

of one person.

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It is all of those things

that we pretend

don’t matter

when they do.

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©SirenSong1208 – 2016

Photography by Elnaz Abedi


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Wrists

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Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

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Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

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Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

.

Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 


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Corset

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Feminine to the core

she bears her sensuality

quietly

but passionately.

Her pale skin

striking

against the jewelled color

of her bondage.

Emerald in tapestry.

No frippery to detract.

Simple and elegant

and tied with a bow.

Bound for pleasure.

Ripe for his touch.

Breasts

that bloom

that beckon

for the exploration

of his fingers

of his lips.

A body that aches

to be

unbuttoned

untied

unlaced.

Freed

into his embrace.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.


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Light

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It is a light sought

Seen at a distance

Reflecting off the Fresnel lens

Shining clearly

Illuminating

Corner to corner

East to West

North to South

Sharp and true

A beacon in a tempest

A brilliant warmth in a whisper

To lead me through shallow shoals

Away from rocks

And that which would decimate me

Into deep waters

And safety

In the unknown

The light I seek

Is within me

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest