Siren Whispers

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Dripping secrets

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Midnight blue ink

an extension of her soul

dripping secrets

from her fingers

her pen spoke louder

than her voice

with a whisper he moved

closer

to hear, her sweet accent

echoing

within the chambers of his heart

with words

that gave voice

to unspoken desires

intimacy

in simple things

he found the key

to unlock 

what had been imprisoned

within his soul

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Bow to strings

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Violin plays to my soul’s voice.

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Your lips find my skin with every note

played, sometimes tenderly

slowly elucidating

notes and feelings drawing

sweetness to the surface

sometimes with an intensity

breathtaking with passion

brooking no resistance

lips to skin

bow to strings

you

maestro of my body and soul

the song spills from my lips

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Awaiting discovery

Autumn color

displays its soul

complex and deep

eyes feast upon complexities

drama

against sullen sky

November’s grip

winter chasing sun

sky threatening eruption

emotion held to its breast

since spring came and went

intense hue

a taste, pungent

how it lies upon my tongue

awaiting discovery

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Seek

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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 currents

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

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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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Reap

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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