Siren Whispers

Siren Song

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What is the cost of feelings such as these…

immolating myself in a fire

started by another,

allowing myself to feel the heat

and crackle

of every flame

as I place myself upon this pyre.

A modern day Joan of Arc

with a purity in burning,

for to sequester myself

would be to deny what

and who

I am.


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Artwork by Brian Oldham


Sunday confessions, toi


I was the sweetest,

the most innocent bad girl

he ever created.

Especially on Sunday.


Sinful Sunday.

Soft white skin

and pure white ribbon.

A sensuous tether

to wicked thoughts

and desires

pulled tight by him.

Making me wet and wild.


A Sunday prayer.

A single wish

whispered from my lips

that was

purity and sin



I am

A body trembling with sinful wants

and a soul aching with innocent need.


I sit upon the church pew

modest in dress and demeanour


by the secrets and sins

that dance within every line

of the poetry I am composing

in my head.


You are deeper than skin

greater than sin

absolution is mine

as you touch all the parts of me

that ache for you.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest