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.
:
*The longing for the sea is a constant, never ebbing.
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photographs taken by SirenSong1208
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
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
:
©SirenSong1208 – 2017
Photograph by SirenSong1208
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It is all of those things
unsaid
that whisper in our ears
softly
but felt as though shouted.
.
It is all of those things
wanted
desired
that we push
out of reach
out of sight.
.
It is all of those things
that fire our blood
that make us
instinctively
think
fantasize
of one person.
.
It is all of those things
that we pretend
don’t matter
when they do.
:
©SirenSong1208 – 2016
Photography by Elnaz Abedi
Wrists
Touched
With tender fingers
Upon sensitive skin
A provocation
An awakening
Of feral need
.
Wrists
Held
Within a manacle
Of your will
Pinned
And possessed
For pleasure
.
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
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
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
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
