Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Writing true

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Sometimes writing is like slipping

off your clothes

in the waning light of day

effortless

exhalation on a sigh

but most often it is retching

in solitude

a heaving up of your insides

results that are never pretty

generally painful

but necessary

relief

momentary

 until all that bubbles up

furiously

is expelled

finding purchase

upon the page

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When night closes in

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I want to know

the thoughts that linger in his mind

when night closes in.

Do they render him sleepless,

his mind a hive

of activity,

plans and conjecture,

a body fitful with want;

or is he able to pull them

about him,

like a blanket,

feeling every soft pass

against his skin,

an inaudible sigh within

pleasure pulling him deep into dreams.

I want to know

the thoughts that linger in his mind

when night closes in,

I want to know

if they are of me.

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With every breath

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It starts slow —

tentative touch

blooming 

with color across your skin.

Like a meadow in summer,

thoughts that meander

gradually becoming

a steady hum

as he takes up residence.

A delicious

jolt

whenever you happen upon him

coursing through your veins,

pulsing beneath your skin.

Not simply desire

or respect

nor even tender regard,

but an

awakening

to him

and to yourself.

With every breath.

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Beneath the surface

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The older I get,

the more I realize

how like the sea I am.

That liquid expanse of horizon –

always blue to me,

melancholic with longing,

a churning, churlish mass of feeling;

everything happening beneath the surface,

much like my own insides.

A soul at turns calm or chaotic,

but as quickly as it is stirred,

it bellows forth, a tempest of emotion

releasing and gentling itself.

Changeable tides,

ebbing and flowing as response,

some inner metronome

keeping a steady beat

like my heart.

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She has curves

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She has

curves he loves

to grip;

holding her

close to his chest,

resting

in his lap.

He caresses her,

his fingers

knowing

which strings to

pluck

strum

tease;

to make the most beautiful music.

He makes her sing sweetly.

Sometimes

she is accarezzévole,

whispering tenderly;

other times

she is played con affetto,

roaring with passion

abandon

giving her all.

But whichever way she sings

to him,

her voice,

her song

is just for

him.

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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

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Luminary

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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

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