Siren Whispers

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Saturday storms

It’s raining, a drink of water after parched days. The ground was littered with odd drops,  scattered randomly, before the thunder came and the heavens opened.

The rain always stops me in my tracks. I wait. I watch. I wonder. And my heart aches with some unfathomable feeling that soaks me to my core with a haunting want.

He is the one I think of when the rain falls, shattering itself upon the pavement. A Saturday morning with nothing but the sound of rain, and thunder in the distance. It’s always him I think of  — sitting end to end on a couch, reading. Or, notebooks open upon laps, jotting down something that comes to us, dialogue or a poem. I think of laying in his arms, just listening to the rain, not saying a word. I think of the intimacy of the moment and how completely I want that. I think of how this will never come to pass.

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Storm

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The day winds down

Silence

Deeply welcome to this mind of mine

Constantly thinking and overthinking

I watch the weather change

Blue sky filled with sun and wispy white clouds

Becoming sullen

As though contemplating the coming week

A storm is approaching

I sit alone

Feet tucked under me

Watching

Waiting

Thinking

Dreaming

I imagine what it would be like to watch the storm

From within the circle of your arms

As we lay together in bed

Shoulder to shoulder

Hip to hip

Not an inch between us

And as the heavens open

And the rain starts to dance against the windowpane

I imagine turning to you

My body pressed to yours

As we dance

Along with the rain

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Rain

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I listen to the rain outside my window

every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.

I get lost in the rhythm

hard

soft

hard

soft

and I imagine every one as you

falling upon my skin

touching me.

Your lips

finding my every curve and hollow

adoring them

worshiping them

like an artist

like a lover.

Your tongue

tasting me.

Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.

That long asked question

answered.

The hunger to taste more

burning through you

like a wildfire.

The rain makes me think of getting lost in you

of every sensation I can conjure

when your name

crosses my lips.

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The storm

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The storm is upon me.

I watch the trees swaying in the August wind,

thunder cracking like a mighty fist

upon a table.

Lightning flashing in the distance, 

illuminating the evening.

Twilight settling the sky

from day to night.

I watch from my garden door

as the rain comes in swiftly.

The droplets littering the glass,

like a thousand miniature eyes,

watching me

as I watch the storm,

enraptured.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Rain

fullsizerender

I listen to the rain outside my window

every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.

I get lost in the rhythm

hard

soft

hard

soft

and I imagine every one as you

falling upon my skin

touching me.

Your lips

finding my every curve and hollow

adoring them

worshiping them

like an artist

like a lover.

Your tongue

tasting me.

Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.

That long asked question

answered.

The hunger to taste more

burning through you

like a wildfire.

The rain makes me think of getting lost in you

of every sensation I can conjure

when your name

crosses my lips.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr