Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Extraordinary

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Sometimes

it is in the hoping that something special

something extraordinary

might happen

might be part of our future.

It is this that keeps us moving through our days

our eyes open

our senses

attuned to change

hoping that we’ll recognise it

when it makes its appearance.

And then

if we see it

and know it

do we grasp it

do we make sure

that all of those agonizing days and nights

of wanting something more

something unexplained

something undefined

that we give ourselves up to it

with all of our heart and soul

and become extraordinary

in the giving

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©SirenSong1208

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Her truth

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She is quiet, even when speaking,

with much going on beneath the surface.

It’s the things that she doesn’t say that you need to take heed of,

for the secrets to her are locked up within those silences

and only you can say if you are brave enough

to search for the key.

For her truth is not always bright and shiny,

a sparkling wonder and gem for you to pocket

and treasure

your precious,

her truth is raw and bloody and beating

with a heart of its own.

But it’s real

oh yes, it’s real

and it will cut you

and burn you,

but you will never feel more alive

than when she touches you

and makes you her own.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2018

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Good girl

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For years she toed the line

followed the rules

the good girl

in thought and deed.

But now she is finding freedom

in expressing her desires

freeing her rapscallion ways

and loosing the chains on her renegade heart.

Answering to herself

to the soul quieted until now.

Dark needs speaking loudly

now that they have been given voice.

Renouncing authority.

Choosing to remain untamed

to stay wild

at heart.

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©SirenSong1208

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Of wave and water

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He said her eyes were exceptional,

like her.

Beautiful and bewitching,

the kind that made you look

and look again,

only longer.

Eyes the color of the sea

when it’s a swirling mass

of wave and water,

the deep

churned up to reveal

what is below the surface.

Windows to her soul?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But these eyes,

he knew,

were a tempest

framed by sooty lashes,

and he always loved a good storm.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2018


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Undoing

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Every scrap of lace

every length of ribbon

every button

every bow

I imagine your fingers

slowly

meticulously

tantalisingly

deliciously

undoing each of them

and in doing so

…undoing me.

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©SirenSong1208

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