The silence of the night
Blankets my thoughts
Allowing them to fade from the light
Pursuing the shadows
The nyctophile within
Celebrating the darkness
That sits not solely
With sky, moon, and stars
But which seeps from my soul
Out upon my paper
The ink drying
In vivid strokes
Identifying my words
As absolute
In their intent
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Hope is a luminary
she sets alight
and 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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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
In my Book of Life
my inner story
was so hidden
that even I did not know the tale
until one fateful day
in the voice of a stranger
one simple word
unlocked the chest
where all of my secret truths
were kept.
Pages heretofore undiscovered and unread
were illuminated.
He held the key
was in possession of a plan
a detailed journey
to plumb my unknown depths
seeking the darkness
he knew
could be found below the surface.
Giving him my trust
my ultimate surrender
not only allowed him to map my body
but gave him a glimpse
of the longitude and latitude
of my unchartered heart.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest. Original provenance unknown.
Can I be truly repentant
as I atone for my transgressions
if I adored each step
into darkness
and would again embrace
with delight
would allow myself
to savour
once more
the sin
that is you
…Ravenous for the sin
for the darkness
for you.
My hunger outstrips any need
for penance
my only need
confession
under your hands
under you
my body spilling its secrets
in every sigh, gasp and moan.
Expiation of sin
was never more
delicious
:
A year later, and still unrepentant.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Thoughts of him break each morning
with the inevitability of the dawn.
Morning tremble
as she opens her eyes
feeling his words
like fingertips
stroking her bare skin.
The purposeful caress.
The delicious intent.
Innocent desire
is inflamed to darkness.
A sensual
carnal rhythm
they ride
together.
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©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Aydemir Saidov, ‘Sweet Dreams’
I knew
with one
single
solitary word
and the burning rightness
of his touch
that I’d never be going back
to the woman I was
before him.
.
I knew
that I would never be going back
to denying the darkness
inside.
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©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Vladimir Volegov
On the threshold of innocence
darkness surrounding her
she welcomes the change
her soul hungry for the crackle
of lightning chemistry
and liberated cravings.
She is bound by words
hers
his
theirs
a promise still burning
within her
as she watches
from the tangled shadows
of desire.
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©SirenSong1208
Artwork taken from Pinterest, artist unknown
