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Scent of forever

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Ireland, June 2016

Though I am captivated by it’s rolling hills

verdant knolls in varied shades of luxuriant green

where there is history under every footfall

it is the sound of the ocean’s crash beyond me

and the scent of forever on the wind

that enthrals me

that rejuvenates my soul

and I exhale with longing

to always be this close

to my beloved sea.

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*The longing for the sea is a constant, never ebbing.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photographs taken by SirenSong1208


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Undoing each hook

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It was simple,

Yet elegant.

Embroidered lace.

Delicate

Feminine.

Covering,

Yet revealing at the same time.

She was nervous

Yet excited.

The butterflies in her stomach

Threatening to fly free.

With nervousness can come haste

Nevertheless she stilled her fingers

She willed herself to take her time

Her fingers finding and undoing each hook

Slowly

Peeling the lace back

Bit by bit

Inch by inch of creamy skin

Exposed.

Her heart racing

Faster.

She knew that his eyes were locked upon her

Not missing a thing.

He looked intently at her face

Watching as she undid the last remaining hook

And raised her eyes to his.

He caught his breath.

For he knew

And she knew

In that moment

The one that they had waited for

That she was utterly his

That she would always be

His.

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*Not a new piece but as I was reminded today, it is new for some.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr, original provenance unknown.


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Unknown

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I taste the unknown

in your kiss

and it conveys me to places

I can only imagine. 

Fueling my hunger

and curiosity

to know more

always more.

A boundless need.

Unleashed.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr

 


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Arsonist

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You never forget

the first touch.

How nothing you had ever known before

could compare.

How you felt the connection

right down to your bones.

How the fire

the intensity

continued to build

with every moment

leaving you breathless

and on fire.

You were a wildfire

and he was the arsonist

setting your edges ablaze

standing back

and watching you burn.

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*Not new, but words continue to be matches and fires continue to spread.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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The quiet one

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The room is low lit and hums with a dozen conversations.

Sitting amidst the noisy chatter of friends, she is the quiet one.  Watching and listening, she takes it all in.

The opening notes of a song begin to play and her eyes light up.

It’s her song.

She jumps to her feet and heads to the dance floor, oblivious to others. 

This girl, alone on the dance floor, loses herself in the music.  She’s in her own world. 

Her long skirt brushes her calves as her hips sway.  As she closes her eyes her head falls back.  With her arms extended above her, curved gracefully, she becomes the song.

She is a pale skinned girl with short dark hair, a long errant strand curling along her bare neck.  Her slender body moves with feeling, the lyrics resonating deeply within her.

She has no idea of the picture she paints to those who watch.  The vision presented to someone like you.

Watching from a table in the back.

Watching as she dances alone.

Uninhibited.

Free.

Wild.

Feeling every note of music in every part of her.

You watch her, transfixed, a smile touching your lips.

You see the creature beneath the modest clothes and the young, innocent face.

You see me.

The me that I do not know.

The me that you will know.

As I lose myself in that moment.

As I lose myself in the music.

As I lose myself

in being me.

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‘How Soon Is Now?’ written and performed © The Smiths

Words on this blog post ©SirenSong1208

Photograph is of the French actress Audrey Tautou. For several reasons she, and this picture, perfectly illustrated this post. The photo was taken by Ralph Wenig in 2013.


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Pale perfection

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New fallen snow

and memories

of a dark-tressed girl

falling upon him

like snowflakes

melting the cold

with his heat

as he remembers

the pale perfection

of her blushing

nakedness.

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©SirenSong1208

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Try not

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You try not to feel

the cadence of longing,

this timbre of desire

within my words.

Even when the yearning voice

of your own desires

are echoing back.

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Written for a spoken word prompt on Twitter.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from the internet, provenance unknown. If it is yours please let me know and I will remove or credit.