Siren Whispers

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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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Drowning

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Pain doesn’t advance in degrees.

It’s a sudden deluge

overtaking you,

filling up your lungs

with every kind of darkness

and bile.

A hand rises from below,

feeble with exhaustion,

trying to find the strength

to battle;

drowning in what is,

seeking to swim

in what will be.

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Yes

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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

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Dark and silent seas

Night falls

and with it the cloak I’ve kept

upon my thoughts, how tightly

I’ve bound them to me

until now

they stretch before me

dark and silent seas

I allow myself to sink

beneath the surface

stillness unbroken by movement

deliberate peace

meditation on thoughts

quieted in daylight

fluency of night giving consequence

to my voice

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Sunday confessions, toi

I was the sweetest,

the most innocent bad girl

he ever created.

Especially on Sunday.

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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.

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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.

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You are deeper than skin

greater than sin

absolution is mine

as you touch all the parts of me

that ache for you.

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Reverie

Morning glimpsed 

behind a curtain

shaft of light

dancing

upon a headboard

dust motes

alighting

stillness disturbed

fingers slowly

moving

over warm skin

mine for yours

awakening

to thoughts, desire

curling around me

within, a band

tightening

every revolution

intensifying

every stroke

a lover’s wish

shattering restraint in

a rush of sound

a bitten lip

the lingering mark

of your possession

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