Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Beneath the surface

The older I get,

the more I realise

just how like the sea I am.

It was always blue to me,

that liquid expanse of horizon.

Melancholic with longing.

A churning, churlish mass of feeling,

everything happening beneath the surface,

much like my own insides.

A soul at turns calm or chaotic.

But as quickly as it is stirred,

bellowing forth with a tempest of emotion,

it is released and gentles itself.

Changeable tides

that ebb and flow as response,

some inner metronome

that keeps a steady beat

like my heart.

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Depths

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There is a pleasure to be had

in waiting upon the shore

for the tide to arrive.

To rush the beach

in a fury

in a passionate arrival.

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It is the pleasure to be had

in anticipation

that arouses my spirit

which makes me feel alive

as I ponder the depths of my soul.

The desires that lay beneath my skin

those that I cannot imagine

but which I want him to unveil.

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I hunger to swim within the depths

to go deeper and deeper

my breath becoming harder to catch

frightening and thrilling

all at once.

Never knowing what I will find

as the light recedes and darkness engulfs me

but knowing that whatever it is

I will forever be changed.

I will be

deep

and dark

and wild.

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Like the sea.

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As fading lust of days gone by

becomes fallow earth

in the meadow of my soul

you plague me with fervent dreams

ripe with blissful needs

the seeds you sow

with each touch

with every word

becoming the harvest

I reap

with abundance

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I am not made of stone

I am not made of stone.

I have been told

That I wear my heart upon my sleeve

That my writing tells all.

While my writing is imbued with

My thoughts, my feelings, my desires

I write only what I want known.

I am a world of private thoughts and feelings

Pain and joy

Mine to share

If I desire.

You will not find me crying publicly

But that does not mean I don’t hurt

It does not mean that the tears I shed

Don’t run hot down my face

When I am alone.

I am not made of stone

I get confused and frustrated

I have feelings

I have pride

I can be hurt by unkindness

By insensitivity

Especially when it’s unwarranted

Though you’ll never know how much.

 No, I am not made of stone

I am made

Of heart

And soul

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*Not a new piece but always relevant, always me.

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No resistance

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Long before they met

she sensed him

Pursuing her

in her dreams

A negotiated presence

within her subconscious

Her soul

recognising him

at once

Her fragile barriers

presenting no resistance

to his claim

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Lay bare

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The trust I placed in you

freed me to lay bare

every part of me.

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My mind…

yours to question

to challenge

to enjoy.

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My body…

yours to study

to adore

to control

to own.

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My soul…

yours to kiss with longing

from your own soul

yours to touch with your words

creating a tight bond

a connection difficult to sever.

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I lay bare to you

open and vulnerable.

 

And never have I felt more safe.

 

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Lighting The Match

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The words

Always the words

Lighting the match

Of the passion within her

Reaching down deep

Into her soul

Her core

Finding her essence

Making it yours

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