Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Rain

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I listen to the rain outside my window

every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.

I get lost in the rhythm

hard

soft

hard

soft

and I imagine every one as you

falling upon my skin

touching me.

Your lips

finding my every curve and hollow

adoring them

worshiping them

like an artist

like a lover.

Your tongue

tasting me.

Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.

That long asked question

answered.

The hunger to taste more

burning through you

like a wildfire.

The rain makes me think of getting lost in you

of every sensation I can conjure

when your name

crosses my lips.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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The storm

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The storm is upon me.

I watch the trees swaying in the August wind,

thunder cracking like a mighty fist

upon a table.

Lightning flashing in the distance, 

illuminating the evening.

Twilight settling the sky

from day to night.

I watch from my garden door

as the rain comes in swiftly.

The droplets littering the glass,

like a thousand miniature eyes,

watching me

as I watch the storm,

enraptured.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Music of rain

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Raindrops have their own music

In this symphony of rain

The initial movement is undoubtedly

Allegro agitato

The rain

Fast and angry

Making a statement

Making an entrance

This eases into andante

But the rain

When there is a storm

Never starts with one tempo and ends with another

There is a continual accelerando and ritardando 

Fast

Slow

Fast

Slow

Until the heavens empty of their anger

The sky clears

And the sun comes out

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*Written two years ago but as I watch and wait for the rain it seemed a perfect time to repost.

©SirenSong1208

Photo taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.


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Rain

fullsizerender

I listen to the rain outside my window

every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.

I get lost in the rhythm

hard

soft

hard

soft

and I imagine every one as you

falling upon my skin

touching me.

Your lips

finding my every curve and hollow

adoring them

worshiping them

like an artist

like a lover.

Your tongue

tasting me.

Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.

That long asked question

answered.

The hunger to taste more

burning through you

like a wildfire.

The rain makes me think of getting lost in you

of every sensation I can conjure

when your name

crosses my lips.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr

 


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Bruised sky

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This bruised sky

is full of aching and melancholy.

There is electricity in the air

and a distant rumble of approaching thunder.

I wait

anticipating the sky’s torrent of release.

Eager to feel it’s cool kiss

and the sting as it hurtles to the ground

my skin bearing witness to it’s violence

as I am soaked to the bone.

Knowing

that despite the bite of cold in the air

no matter the flood of water

descending from the sky

that the burning tides

I find myself swimming through

cannot 

and will not

be extinguished.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


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The rain looks like stars

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The rain looks like stars

In a night drenched in black

The pavement glittering with silver

I breathe softly

The evening air cool upon my lips

I attempt to calm this turbulence

Within myself

To slow

This rapid pulse

A staccato in my ears

And this dizzying feeling

Which consumes me

I am saturated with emotions

With desire

With longing

Conjured up

With the mere thought of you

Artwork “Dancing in the moonlight” by Gilles Grimoin