Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Somewhere in between

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Is it naught but
a foolish notion
seeking to conjure you
out of the mist of memory
and longing, bruised and bittersweet…

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Un coeur un hiver

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We leave our hearts in the snow,
no last goodbyes left
to melt the ice clinging to the edges.
I wonder if is it possible to lose it all —
heart, mind, soul,
in a single breath —
the one you took with that kiss 

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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©Christine Kelly 2020

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Dressed in violet

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Once again I find you,
betwixt thoughts
and between breaths. A pull
as inexplicable as the way sunlight
shimmers upon Midwestern wheat,
this Autumn day. With memory
more than ephemeral …

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash


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Leaves for the leaving

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A sweet October wind touches me

as sunlight trails a lovers

kiss across my skin;

the trees dance their last dance

before winter.

Leaves for the leaving.

A bittersweet farewell in umber,

the fall of red and gold

imbued with the longing

of a parting kiss.

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Beneath the surface

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The older I get,

the more I realize

how like the sea I am.

That liquid expanse of horizon –

always blue to me,

melancholic with longing,

a churning, churlish mass of feeling;

everything happening beneath the surface,

much like my own insides.

A soul at turns calm or chaotic,

but as quickly as it is stirred,

it bellows forth, a tempest of emotion

releasing and gentling itself.

Changeable tides,

ebbing and flowing as response,

some inner metronome

keeping a steady beat

like my heart.

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Every moment

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It defies explanation or definition

yet persists

days when it is there, quietly

sitting in the corner

waiting to speak,

other times

words filling me

with a rush –

images vivid in tone and texture

what is it that calls my pen to action

my being to yearning –

it is a restless, palpable electricity

all shivering limbs

and hushed desires

a longing that speaks without words

we watch each other

as if we are taking

a long drink of ice-cold water

on a scorching day

it’s how it feels

when you are about to taste something

for the first time

that wondrous expectancy

a feeling so delicious

you can’t wait for it to start

yet want to draw it out

every moment imbued

with import

and every confidence

that your world

is about to be

rocked

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Unravels

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Days bleed into nights

longing forbidden,

repressed

hours underscored

the persistent hum of sweet desire

yearning that screams for the bite of fingers

maddened with passion

palms molded to hips

intent driven home

the hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck

how it unravels me

completely

this ache burns with a thousand fires

a heat that the press of his skin

would not squelch

but would light anew

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Piercing me

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My desire 

is as sharp as glass shards

piercing me

with longing.

With every jagged breath

I am cut anew.

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The rain looks like stars

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

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Artwork “Dancing in the moonlight” by Gilles Grimoin


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Behind the glass

Behind the glass

the moon kissed the night

and I watched

with longing

for the press of his skin

against me

the feel of his mouth

upon mine

the sound of his voice

at my ear

and the heat of him within

as we became one

in this desire.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest