Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Confession

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I give my confessions

to him.

In all honesty.

In complete acceptance.

Words spoken like an Act of Contrition

as I unveil my sins.

Sometimes singularly

and slowly

other times in tangled narratives

given in a rush of spleen

as I peel away the last vestiges of false image.

A veneer so sweet it made my teeth ache.

The insistence of honey over vinegar

made more palatable by convention.

The spicy, savoury, and sometimes sour

oft disdained,

a whisky burn

not for the faint of heart.

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©SirenSong1208 – 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Words become gravestones

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Words become gravestones

To memories

A cemetery never visited

The flowers wilted upon the grave

Of forgotten love

Silence

A grey mist that saturates

Emotions sealed up

In a casket

Lined with what could have been’s

As muffled lamentations

Fill the air

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©SirenSong1208 – 2017

Photograph by SirenSong1208


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Light

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It is a light sought

Seen at a distance

Reflecting off the Fresnel lens

Shining clearly

Illuminating

Corner to corner

East to West

North to South

Sharp and true

A beacon in a tempest

A brilliant warmth in a whisper

To lead me through shallow shoals

Away from rocks

And that which would decimate me

Into deep waters

And safety

In the unknown

The light I seek

Is within me

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Cette petite mort

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His fingers

caressing

stroking

skin like silk.

His lips

placing a kiss

here

there

and everywhere.

His breath

upon her

causing her to shudder

as she arches toward his touch.

His tongue

dancing upon

pale

and pink

flesh

alike

unremitting in its quest

for her pleasure.

Hungry for her.

For how she feels

under his hands.

For the taste of her

upon his tongue.

To know

to feel

his enjoyment

of this

of what he can give her

of what he wants to give her

again and again…

cette petite mort…

pushes her over the edge

has her passion raging

like a wildfire

and makes her ravenous

for him

in turn.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Behind the glass

Behind the glass

the moon kissed the night

and I watched

with longing

for the press of his skin

against me

the feel of his mouth

upon mine

the sound of his voice

at my ear

and the heat of him within

as we became one

in this desire.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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A river wild

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She could dream of the freedom to roam at will

feeling the wind in her hair

the lift to her soul.

Mastering the elements of her days

as she let loose the storm, the wild within.

Hers an untamed spirit

oft hidden

but completely revealed

with one look into her eyes.

Believing in herself

and her dreams

she reaches for a life

that flows with passion.

A river wild

that is neither a love controlled

nor impetuous

but one that is illuminated

with the same vision.

A meeting of minds and needs

bound tightly with mutual respect.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.


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Red poppies

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Fields of red poppies

Litter the landscape of my soul

Composed bleeding

Never a mess to be found

Yet the color gives voice to pain

To the wrenching hurt

Of being meticulously cut

A thousand silent times

Never noticed

My face ashen

As pretty poetry takes

My life blood

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Moey