Siren Whispers

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Good dates, bad dates

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Good Dates, Bad Dates

       Plotting where they land in a zone of dating possibilities

What constitutes a bad date? Is it when you feel the need to head to the ladies’ room and slip out the back door, unbeknownst to your date? Is it when you text a friend to call you and pretend to have an emergency so you can end the date immediately? (and for the record, I’ve never done either of those things) Or could it simply be a painfully awkward hour spent across from a stranger …

 


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Firestorm

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My pulse races and stutters,

a staccato sound of gunfire,

as you draw near.

Senses enlivened by proximity,

electricity crackling,

the air

ripe

with danger

and desire

as you take what you need,

relentlessly. My defenses plundered

with the skill of a tactician.

This want

you’ve created,

 a violent firestorm

that burns it all down.

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Awakening

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I cannot cage these thoughts

nor douse these desires.

Every encounter pushes me further over the edge:

to fall

to fly

into this fire

with you.

Cool sheets and exhausted sleep

coalesce into an awakening;

flames licking every inch of my bare frame,

sheets tangled around curves,

as my hands smooth over warm skin

and my fingers find every ache

with your name.

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Wrists

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Wrists touched

with tender fingers

upon sensitive skin, a provocation

an awakening

of feral need.

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Wrist held

within a manacle

of your will,

pinned

and possessed

for pleasure

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Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse

beating

beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.

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Wrists,

pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.

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I’m good, really.

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I’m good, really.

     Maybe I’m just an outlier in this divorce game   

It most definitely is not a game, but for years I wore a game face. I was that person who kept it all bottled inside — the fear, the rage, the sadness, the confusion, the loneliness. But to everyone, I was good. I was fine. To the naked eye a placid lake, yet a churning sea underneath …

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Brandi Redd on Unsplash