In the silence of the room
vinyl crackles
like some distant message
over a wireless radio. The piano plays
and shadows fall
upon me, the wall, the day.
Twilight beckons,
with fingers of light, its seduction of me
is complete …
Published on Medium: Assemblage by Loose Words
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Notes to nobody
but this girl I used to be.
Confessing gritty truths
to a parchment soul
stained with salty abandon …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You
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©2020 Christine Kelly
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Shall I lose myself in this
blackbird night, lush with silence
and dark thoughts that take root
to bloom in midnight’s garden?
Solitude and reflection,
is a mirror laid upon my cheek
and a sense of belonging is magnified …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
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Christmas Eve mass.
A time for reflection.
But for her
she was thinking of anything
but the birth of the baby Jesus.
She felt naughty
and alive
for she had been given instruction.
Her eyes danced with mischief.
Her secret
and his.
She knew he must have smiled
as he typed the words
wondering at her reaction
feeling a delicious tug
at the thought of her
doing as he had directed.
Up went her skirt
past the lace top thigh highs
dark against her pale thighs.
She tugged her black lace knickers down.
Off they came and down went the skirt
smoothed along her thighs.
Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex
against the skirt.
It was a first for her
and she found it a most delicious practice.
Every time she crossed her legs
every time she moved
she was aware of her bareness.
She thought of him each time
knew he would be pleased
and this aroused her
as pleasing him always did.
Going to church
would never be the same…
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*This is not a new post but has become somewhat of a tradition to post each year at this time. I beg your indulgence for another go ’round.
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Her perceptive mind
knew him
understood him
saw her soul
within the reflection
of his
and in seeing
this mirror image
knew with her whole being
that her surrender
to him
meant a similar yielding
of him
to her.
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Artwork by Vladimir Volegov, “Monday Dreams”
Christmas Eve mass
A time for reflection
But for her
She was thinking of anything but
The birth of the baby Jesus
She felt naughty
And alive
For she had been given instruction
Her eyes danced with mischief
Her secret
And his
She knew he must have smiled
As he typed the words
Wondering at her reaction
Feeling a delicious tug
At the thought of her
Doing as he had directed
Up went her skirt
Past the lace top thigh highs
Dark against her pale thighs
She tugged her black lace knickers down
Off they came and down went the skirt
Smoothed along her thighs
Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex
Against the skirt
It was a first for her
And she found it a most delicious practice
Every time she crossed her legs
Every time she moved
She was aware of her bareness
She thought of him each time
Knew he would be pleased
And this aroused her
As pleasing him always did
Going to church would never be the same…
*This is a repost from last Christmas. At the time it caused a bit of a stir. I thought I would repost with audio to share with new readers. I beg your indulgence.
©SirenSong1208
The silence is peaceful
Aiding in reflection
I feel the morning dew
As I walk along the footpath
Lost in thoughts of you
Missing you
Keenly
My longing heart
Feeling like a lost letter
Misplaced
Never having reached its destination
Existing only in darkness
Waiting to be pulled out
And thrust into the light
My heart sighing
In comfort
And relief
Photo taken from Pinterest
Inside the eye of the storm
Photos by sirensong1208
Siren Whispers 