He takes my measure
Every time he meddles
With my boundaries
The seas within my soul
A dark and deep place
That not all wish to explore
With twisting current
That are forbidding to all
But the most heartened
He who rides the waves
And plumbs those depths
With courage
Is he who I seek
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced
Your imprint is deep.
More than a shallow layer of graffiti
written across my skin
with whatever implement is on hand.
Whether pen
or fingers
or tongue,
the message you’ve left
is more than an urban scrawl
fading in the pale light of day.
It is etched upon my soul.
A niche carved out
within my deepest recesses.
Irrevocably yours.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
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
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Long before meeting
I was yours.
It took only one glance
for us to know
for us to be certain
and within those certain
sacred moments
I gifted my most valuable treasure.
The key
to the house of my soul.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph by Aleksandr Savichev
Happening slowly,
I was filled
in equal measure
with trepidation
and excitement.
It was a reveal.
A gradual unveiling
yet imbued with abandon.
Not of my skin
but of my soul.
My trust unequivocal.
A brilliant light
in the darkness.
Peeling back layers
to let you see me
and all of my imperfections
and you adored them
like luminous constellations
in my night sky.
:
©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Thomas Saliot
You have awakened my soul
with your words.
Extending your hand
I followed
hungry for the lessons
your lips could teach me
and which
my mind
and my soul
have learned
so well.
:
©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Steve Hanks
It was but a single word
from my soul to yours.
Given in simple and gentle
honesty.
But it shone brighter
than a million golden stars
luminous against the velvet dark
of the sky.
It was a fervent wish
ardent upon my tongue
“Please”
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Borzui
