Siren Whispers

Siren Song


3 Comments

Mea culpa

Smooth

like silk

nary a ripple

his composure

on point

always a reason

to be unavailable

distant

but still

holding onto her

it’s only a game

when she is wise to you

she becomes the problem

suddenly she’s quiet

and passive aggressive

but she’s familiar with

this dance

the one that backs her

up against the wall

mea culpa

hovering

upon her lips

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph by SirenSong1208

 


4 Comments

Luminary

FullSizeRender1

Hope is a luminary 

she sets alight

frees into the night air

watching the light as it travels

following its path

believing in its brightness

finding the unexpected storm

that blows the flame out

in a single burst

casting her into darkness

leaving her to search

for that flicker

the hope that she had

a purity of faith

that would right her perspective

that would calm her soul

that would make her remember

and believe

that there is good that happens

after all

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced


9 Comments

Yes

img_7138

As simple as the whisper of your breath

upon me

I softly sigh ‘yes’…

the only word that comes to mind

when your nearness crowds out

all semblance of composure

and surrender

is what I ache for

:

Copyright © SirenSong1208

All rights reserved

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced


6 Comments

Dusk speaks

img_9208

Dusk speaks to me,

silent whispers

capturing my attention

like a finger dragged along

the spine.

My senses sharpen

as quiet takes precedence

over the lush

sounds of day.

Unbound and free

my mind becomes loud,

though I say not a word.

My fingers run

over the page

bringing forth

what lurks beneath

the placid surface,

with nary a ripple

to be seen until twilight

embraced me

and made me

her own.

:

Copyright © SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


4 Comments

Like air, I’ll rise

img_2817-1

Like air, I’ll rise

you cannot see me

yet I’m felt

like the wind that whispers your name

or touches you

unexpectedly

a cool caress upon your cheek

.

Like air, I’ll rise

and greet your lips

in a kiss

and like a snowflake

melt

from your heat

:

Copyright © SirenSong1208

All rights reserved

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


10 Comments

Dripping secrets

img_4850

Midnight blue ink

an extension of her soul

dripping secrets

from her fingers

her pen spoke louder

than her voice

with a whisper he moved

closer

to hear, her sweet accent

echoing

within the chambers of his heart

with words

that gave voice

to unspoken desires

intimacy

in simple things

he found the key

to unlock 

what had been imprisoned

within his soul

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


3 Comments

Sunday confessions, toi

I was the sweetest,

the most innocent bad girl

he ever created.

Especially on Sunday.

.

Sinful Sunday.

Soft white skin

and pure white ribbon.

A sensuous tether

to wicked thoughts

and desires

pulled tight by him.

Making me wet and wild.

.

A Sunday prayer.

A single wish

whispered from my lips

that was

purity and sin

interwoven.

.

I am

A body trembling with sinful wants

and a soul aching with innocent need.

.

I sit upon the church pew

modest in dress and demeanour

distracted

by the secrets and sins

that dance within every line

of the poetry I am composing

in my head.

.

You are deeper than skin

greater than sin

absolution is mine

as you touch all the parts of me

that ache for you.

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.