Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Emotional bloodbath

Quite often when I write it is what I am feeling intensely at the moment and the words spill like blood from a fresh, deep cut.

When I revisit those same words, a day, a month, a year later, the emotions can still feel like a wound that has not been cauterised and I am transported back to the moment my thoughts were bared.

The feelings are not the same, but I am unable to cast an indifferent eye upon them. I find myself gazing at them from a safe distance,  peering over the rim of that abyss, no desire to wade in, hip deep, to the pain.

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A kiss away

The task, as she sees it,

is to rename,

to redefine

all she knows of love.

Where once she bled 

profusely

from the blithe cuts given to her heart and soul,

she needs no bandage in this,

her new reality

where she chooses the meaning for words

that have lost their luster,

words that never meant what they should have.

Transformation is a kiss away

and the eyes she needs to see her

are his.

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Sea of whispers

This sea of whispers

drowns me

when I venture too close,

the tide catching me

in its midst. 

A reminder of being touched

by the vigor of your waves.

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Dawn

There is an unparalleled beauty

In the jewelled skies of sunset

As stunning as precious stones

In images that fill our senses

with splendor

at day’s end

but, in the dawn, I find the true treasure

in how the sun rises upon the horizon

each day

with hope

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Burning

Breathe out the fire of this desire

and allow the flames

to crackle.

Burning up the hours

between yesterday

and today,

my kiss found

hidden

within the smoke signals

drifting

upon the horizon.

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Struggles

I don’t ask for help

which has infuriated those closest to me,

but I say

how can you expect me to open up and ask

or to share my struggles

if you have not laid a foundation of trust

where I feel I could do so.

Without fear,

where I know, unequivocally,

that you are present

that you are on my side

that you are for me.

How can I be expected to lay myself bare

to your gaze

if you are not even looking at me?

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To drown

A heart wide open

with nothing to buoy her

amid crested waves

falling beneath the surface

to drown of her own volition

in a sea of empathy

a relentless tide that spills

over her

pulling and pitching her headfirst 

into the deep

the darkness feeding

her exhaustion.

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