Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Prism

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There is an innocence

that encourages me

to brave the elements

to hope for the future

because

I am not jaded

I am not cynical

I view  

each person

each situation

as unique.

I know that to paint all

with the same brush of past experience

is somehow

missing the point

missing the essence

of that person

of that situation

of that relationship.

I cannot help but believe

that to do so

reduces it all

to nothing

when you view it through a prism

you’ve used so many times before…

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Books From Boxes

 


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Innocence


The way her innocence tastes

enthrals him.

She is delightfully shy 

yet bold.

Innocent 

but wanton.

Vulnerable 

yet strong.

She is his treasure to uncover.

Each layer he peels away

is a tempting preview

to the woman within.

Every part revealed

makes him hunger 

to know

to have

more.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Victor Bauer


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Throw back Thursday…

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Coming across this picture today brought back a million memories

of years past

of beginnings

of a hopeful future.

Taken in Ireland at a wedding (the hat should be the giveaway that it wasn’t here in the States) I was still wide eyed and innocent of much in the world.

Though many (many) years have past and I have learned much and weathered much, I find that am still innocent of much as well. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing but it is me. And I suppose I would rather view the world with a bit of wonder and some innocence than to become cynical and jaded

and without joy. 

I think I will keep that girl. She knows what’s important. 

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph privately owned by sirensong1208

 

 


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She Is Temptation

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She is temptation

Wrapped in desire

She wears her innocence

Like a slip

Her blush

Like a badge

And all the while

Playing peekaboo

With her

Bad girl thoughts

Photo taken from Tumblr.com


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A Child

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A child is the purest gift

From the absolute perfection

Of a baby’s skin

The softness

The smell

Heavenly

To their innocence and awe

The way everything is completely new to them

And then new to you

The days when you are their whole world

The only face they see

The only one they look for

Those days pass in the blink of an eye

But the memories remain

Forever

Photo taken by sirensong1208


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His Muse

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He thought she was perfect

A blank canvas

Innocent and pure

He could paint his desire for her

His magnum opus

With passionate brushstrokes

He painted with vivid color

Each one a testament to aching need

Wet and glossy she became

At his touch

Painting by Joan Martin