It is a fire that rages
with violence
Burning with a vivid emotion
undeclared
unnamed
unembraced
that engulfs us
We become the Phoenix
rising from within
A breath of ashes
becoming the oxygen
we need to survive
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Artwork by eiladh at Deviant Art; “Shade”
The storm is upon me.
I watch the trees swaying in the August wind,
thunder cracking like a mighty fist
upon a table.
Lightning flashing in the distance,
illuminating the evening.
Twilight settling the sky
from day to night.
I watch from my garden door
as the rain comes in swiftly.
The droplets littering the glass,
like a thousand miniature eyes,
watching me
as I watch the storm,
enraptured.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015
Photograph taken from Pinterest
I want to know
the scent of Summer upon your skin.
Sunlight warming it
as we bask in a golden day,
our senses
inundated
with the briny, tangy smell and taste
of the sea.
Your smile
a mirror of my contentment.
.
I want to know
the taste of Autumn upon your tongue.
Cinnamon and clove
as richly spiced and dark
as our moments together.
Shorter days and longer nights.
Crisp leaves and vivid hues.
Golden light bringing beauty
to a fading landscape,
one last dance before winter’s sleep.
.
I want to know
the touch of Winter when your hand is in mine.
The warmth and strength held within a grasp
as we amble
through the quiet and cold monotone landscape
that we’ve known,
understanding beginning
with open hearts and open minds,
preparing for a metamorphosis
and days
filled with colour and light.
.
I want to know
what Spring looks like with you,
as blooming commences
and possibilities abound.
Seeds planted take root
and stems grow
entwined
strong and resilient.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest, source unknown
he parts her thighs
and takes her breath
hands gripping the slender length of her throat
the pulse flickering
wildly
delicately
beneath his fingertips
the heat of his skin upon hers
burning
a searing mark
he urges the carnal
the wildness within her
to stride forth
to run with his
fast and furious
a mindless need fulfilled
she surrenders to him
as he surrenders
to her
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
She has the ocean within her.
The call of the deep
stirring her senses,
urging her
to boldness.
Like the wild surf
surging
through her veins,
to risk
to chance
to live
to love.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photography by kaleakte on Flickr
I wake with a hunger for you
Reaching out for where you should be
My hand finding an empty place upon white sheets
The tangled heat of the night
Now cool to the touch
Slatted blinds cast shadows and sun
Upon bare skin
I stretch into the heat of its kiss
The steady tap of fingers upon keys
Announces your presence
And prompts my rise from one warmth
To seek another
My hand reaches for you
A finger gently touching
Caressing your neck
As I pass
The flutter of silk
Ghosting along my thighs
Its whisper catching your attention
Your scent cluttering my thoughts
As I breathe deeply of you
My restraint in tatters
As your nearness
Strips away the façade of serenity
My need for you
Coursing like a drug
Through my veins
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
I touch the waves
of unforgotten memories.
Water becoming my parchment.
Letters to the ocean.
Where my secrets
become forbidden text.
The Dead Sea Scrolls
of all that we were.
Written in a language
spoken
only by us two.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
The silence of the night
Blankets my thoughts
Allowing them to fade from the light
Pursuing the shadows
The nyctophile within
Celebrating the darkness
That sits not solely
With sky, moon, and stars
But which seeps from my soul
Out upon my paper
The ink drying
In vivid strokes
Identifying my words
As absolute
In their intent
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
The museum of my heart is full of rooms
that describe me
but do not define me.
Walls painted with joy and pain.
Hung with the memories
of family and friends and lovers.
Floors set with mistakes and successes
Ceilings lit with laughter and love.
This museum of my heart is not a place of glass cases,
where you look but do not touch.
It is a place of discovery,
where every corner is interactive
and rooms are added
continuously.
A growing archive
to how deeply I live
and to how profoundly I love.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
I will find you
upon this sea of dreams
delighting in the sometime
fierce waves
after becalmed waters
seduced by a midnight
as dark as the ocean deep
and one that beckons to me
to plunge into your depths
as we become
two minds
charting the same course
night after night
to each other.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Artwork found on Tumblr/unsourced
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