Siren Whispers

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As fading lust of days gone by

becomes fallow earth

in the meadow of my soul

you plague me with fervent dreams

ripe with blissful needs

the seeds you sow

with each touch

with every word

becoming the harvest

I reap

with abundance

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Persuade me

Persuade me

that I am the same…

that the threads

catching the wind

are not my soul

unraveling

at your touch

that it was but a dream…

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Artwork by Brooke Shaden, ‘The Falling of Autumn Darkness’


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Counting down

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It starts as a quiet whisper

blanketing days and nights

in the soft glow of promise.

A gentle, inquiring touch

that, as time passes,

becomes crashing heartbeats

thunder on a silent day,

or the sound of a ticking clock

in a hushed room

counting down every click

of the minute hand

bringing hands and hearts closer

as possibility becomes reality.

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Red poppies

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Fields of red poppies

Litter the landscape of my soul

Composed bleeding

Never a mess to be found

Yet the color gives voice to pain

To the wrenching hurt

Of being meticulously cut

A thousand silent times

Never noticed

My face ashen

As pretty poetry takes

My life blood

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Artwork by Moey


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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings

as unintentional memories

are found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays

clinging to the paper,

the creases telling a tale of yearning

and regard,

when words were the currency

of our affections

and the way we held each other close

through the night.

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Splinters

A connection

Held together by strings

Caught on the splinters

Of the door he shut

Frayed and failing

The slow unraveling

Of a touch

Bloodless

But no less painful

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