Siren Whispers

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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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Her neck

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He adored her neck.

Her skin,

pale and perfect,

had the bloom of a rose

in winter.

Her neck,

with its pale elegance,

he knew,

if it were possible,

would be a place of pilgrimage,

a holy site;

one that he would readily worship at

using all of his senses.

Running his nose along to catch her scent,

it’s heady fragrance making him dizzy

with desire,

lifting her hair and using his mouth

to leave kisses along its length,

feeling her wildly beating pulse

beneath his lips.

His teeth would graze her skin,

igniting nerve endings,

causing a bolt of desire to shoot through her,

and finally, his tongue would taste her,

her unique flavor greeting his mouth

in celebration.

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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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New ones

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They will go without me, to this place I grew to love. Rugged and wild, it spoke to my deep-seated need to be by the sea; to feel her power and her fury, watching her in awe from a distance.

My children will hike to the top of Bray Head and sit and marvel at the Irish Sea, knowing I am across the water looking back at them from my own perch. But I will miss that hike, through the woods, cool and dark but dappled with occasional sunlight. Eventually we’d make our way out into the open, looking down at the town and looking up to see the cross at the very top of the mountain. A place of pilgrimage.

These memories are vivid, stacked upon each other from each year we created them. A tradition. Each visit different and yet the same. The path was well-worn and my feet knew every inch of it. I never looked down to see where I was going, my eyes were far too busy looking around me to see if anything had changed; drinking in the view as if it were the last time. Two years ago it was. I knew it then and every moment was bittersweet. I devoured those days and I hold them close now. I might return, but not in the same way. This year I will not sit high atop that mountain with the sea hundreds of feet below me. Draped in blessed silence and reverence. White tipped waves rushing over the blue green like horses. I will not take the path along the cliff walk to Greystones, my heart swelling with every step as I am bracketed by the sea to my left and verdant hills alive with gorse on my right.

I will not make those memories this year. I will make new ones. My own.

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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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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings

as unintentional memories

are found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays

clinging to the paper,

the creases telling a tale of yearning

and regard,

when words were the currency

of our affections

and the way we held each other close

through the night.

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