Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Of snow and ice

The sun dazzles, skipping

across the snow

windows frosted with ice

crystals, a frame for my eyes

the news blares of frozen doom

we remain bundled

furnace blasting

safety indoors

shadow of heat and smoke

from the chimney

dancing over unbroken snow

silent, bare trees

sentries immovable in the warmth

the sun, a pittance

a car travels down the street

slowly

the crunch of packed snow

breaking the silence, paralyzed

by the cold

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One thing

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It was never just one thing

or one way

she loved

whether slow, a savoring taste

or urgent

an irrepressible hunger

every time her senses

came alive

wonder and passion

a palette to paint her days

mind, body, and soul speaking

at once

a language she was fluent in

she embraced all

the dark

the light

and in doing so

surrendered all

to the unknown

filled with the sense that she’d arrived

where she’d never been

but was already known

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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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Inhabited

He finds she lingers

like woodsmoke on a winter’s night

a scent at once pleasing

pungent, with memories he pulls close

remembrance sinking its claws in

deep, hunger for another taste

taking hold

he awaits the rush of blood to his head

a feral assault on his senses

that will leave him aching

inhabited

by the traces she leaves behind

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Reverie

Morning glimpsed 

behind a curtain

shaft of light

dancing

upon a headboard

dust motes

alighting

stillness disturbed

fingers slowly

moving

over warm skin

mine for yours

awakening

to thoughts, desire

curling around me

within, a band

tightening

every revolution

intensifying

every stroke

a lover’s wish

shattering restraint in

a rush of sound

a bitten lip

the lingering mark

of your possession

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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 recognize 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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Light bringer

What prayers are given

within this holy silence – 

how does the wish to be anointed 

with the saving grace of touch

manifest itself,

what way do you desire 

finding a home in a heart’s 

present

as well as its future,

what creed do you memorize –

a name spoken

hushed tones

reverence

a vulnerability you wear

privately

who do you call forth as

light bringer

to your darkness

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