Siren Whispers

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Awakening

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I cannot cage these thoughts

or 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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Undertow

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All along the undertow

I fought for breath

Every tug upon my senses

Pulling me back

Into your tide

The current strong

As strong as my will

My lungs filling

With the taste of memory

Burning with need

Until I surrendered

My thoughts

Struggling no more

Finding freedom

In the embrace

Of your waves

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“Siren’s last breath”

Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth


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Tangled narrative

my words can,

at times,

be a tender confessional

of needs and wants,

of memories and fantasy,

or sometime a rush of spleen

as I unveil myself

publicly

and privately;

but most often they are

a tangled narrative

that finds me

firmly

at the center,

pulling at edges

that have kept me rooted

and wilting

for far too long

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Wrists

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Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

.

Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

.

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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Imbibe

deep persuasion

words drunk like wine

intoxicating my soul

hastening my fall

as I imbibe

every

breathless

word

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Vintage girl

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Vintage girl

found within sepia stained pages.

Bound to a life

she was never meant to live.

Dutiful exploits

catalogued inside,

pages

curled over time,

color

seeping from the edges.

she pushes at boundaries.

Her mind,

her soul,

ready to be more than one shade

of alive.

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Half light

I watch this sea

in daylight

in half light

and in total darkness,

finding it mysterious and ever-changing.

I listen to its song,

the even ebb and flow of the tide

gentle

rough

gentle.

I don’t check the time,

knowing by the sound that the tide has come in.

When I wake,

as the dawn breaks over the horizon,

I know that the water will have receded.

The tide will be out

and spread across the beach,

scattered like drunken sailors on leave,

will be messages from the deep,

interspersed with cylindrical sand shapes

where the water has leached away

waiting for the moment the tide pushes its way

inland again

the land’s thirst for the sea

sated.

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