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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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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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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Dusk speaks

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Dusk speaks to me,

silent whispers

capturing my attention

like a finger dragged along

the spine.

My senses sharpen

as quiet takes precedence

over the lush

sounds of day.

Unbound and free

my mind becomes loud,

though I say not a word.

My fingers run

over the page

bringing forth

what lurks beneath

the placid surface,

with nary a ripple

to be seen until twilight

embraced me

and made me

her own.

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Like air, I’ll rise

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Like air, I’ll rise

you cannot see me

yet I’m felt

like the wind that whispers your name

or touches you

unexpectedly

a cool caress upon your cheek

.

Like air, I’ll rise

and greet your lips

in a kiss

and like a snowflake

melt

from your heat

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