Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Hungry eyes

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Hungry eyes

devour the tender words

on display.

Carved from desire-rich thoughts

they travel over monochromatic pages

in a progression of emotion

that only two are privy to.

Released amid the ether

to find the eyes

to touch the soul

to arouse the passion

of the muse.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from La Mie Emozioni

 


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The words

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The words

live and breathe

inside my veins.

Nourished 

by thoughts

by feelings

by desires.

They hide

until I bid them appear,

buffed and burnished

unfettered and released

to whisper the sweet and passionate things

a poetess will murmur

to her Muse.

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Not new but still relevant.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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I Am Your Anchor

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I am your anchor

In rough seas

I am the calming words and embrace

Which soothe you after a nightmare

I am the sunshine that warms you

On the dark and cold days

That chill you to the bone

I am the words

That you bleed out onto the paper

A vision ensconced in your thoughts

I am the dancer

That delights and excites you

In your dreams

Which linger into the morning

I am the fingers, lips and tongue

Which make a study of you

And map you

For my pleasure

I am the arms

Which hold you close

And the lips that fit to yours

Perfectly

I am the body

That aches for your touch

I am friend, muse, lover

I am all things

To you

Photo taken from Pinterest


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Becoming One With It

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She abandons her clothes

On the shore

She breathes in the salty air

The feel and taste of it

Making her heart swell

In delight

She scans the horizon

And finally

Wades into the water

Becoming one

With her favorite

Element

Photo taken from Pinterest


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Luminous

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The mark of his words

Never more evident

Than in the moonlight

When etched upon her naked skin

His prose

Becomes luminous

Painting by Tatiana Siedlova


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Each Other’s Orbit

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How distant

The moon can be

From the sea

Yet they touch

In ways

Invisible

To the naked eye

Always within

Each other’s orbit

Print taken from Tumblr.com


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The Outer Banks, North Carolina; 2013

I don’t know when my fascination

With the sea began

I suppose I was born loving it

Always living near the water

Always happiest when in it or near it

But as I’ve gotten older

The sea has come to mean more to me

It goes deeper than enjoyment

Deeper than swimming or holidays

The sea beckons to the soul within this woman 

It soothes me

It calms me

It sets my world to rights

There is something very powerful about the sea

Hearing the waves crash upon rock or sand

Smelling the briny, tangy salty air

Looking out at the never ending horizon of water

It is clear that I am small and insignificant

Yet, I feel part of the vast expanse of water

Water that covers much of this Earth 

Its’ vastness does not frighten me

On the contrary

I breathe it in

And it lifts my soul in joy

I am at one with it

Photos taken by sirensong1208