Siren Whispers

Siren Song


One thing


It was never just one thing

or one way

she loved

whether slow, a savoring taste

or urgent

an irrepressible hunger

every time her senses

came alive

wonder and passion

a palette to paint her days

mind, body, and soul speaking

at once

a language she was fluent in

she embraced all

the dark

the light

and in doing so

surrendered all

to the unknown

filled with the sense that she’d arrived

where she’d never been

but was already known


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