Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Blood and memories

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Slipped under the skin

It was a silent passenger

Within our days

A need

Coursing through our veins

Pulsing with intent

It was moments

Heady with promise

Anticipation so thick

We could cut it with a knife

Giddy with desire

We fell over each other

In our eagerness

To touch

And touch again

A ravenous hunger

Never appeased

It was all of this and more

But now

In the shadow of Autumn

It is nothing

Nothing

But blood and memories

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph by Simon Filip

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.

3 thoughts on “Blood and memories

  1. I loved your work tonights. Your amazing poetry make me want to write.

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