Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Awakening

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I cannot cage these thoughts

or douse these desires.

Every encounter pushes me further over the edge,

to fall

to fly

into this fire

with you.

Cool sheets and exhausted sleep

coalesce into an awakening.

Flames licking every inch of my bare frame.

Sheets tangled around curves

as my hands smooth over warm skin

and my fingers find every ache

with your name.

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Betwixt and between

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I find you

betwixt and between my thoughts, 

a marker in a book I wish to remember.

My eyes

lingering upon our page

as murmurs,

sweet upon my tongue,

become an invocation

of memory

without fail.

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Midnight and moonlight

My thoughts pace restlessly,

seeking answers

in the shadows,

midnight and moonlight 

curled around me.

The questions of my mind

rush forth

with the tick tock

of evenings’ clock

as I seek the knowledge that dawn

will deny.

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When night closes in

I want to know the thoughts that linger in his mind

when night closes in.

Do they render him sleepless,

his mind a hive of activity,

plans and conjecture,

a body fitful with want;

or is he able to pull them about him

like a blanket

feeling every soft pass against his skin,

an inaudible sigh within

pleasure pulling him deep into dreams.

I want to know the thoughts that linger in his mind

when night closes in,

I want to know if they are of me.

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Quiet

There is a quiet that I love,

when all I hear is the ticking of the clock

and the lush sounds of birds awakening.

I’m left to my own thoughts,

allowing them to run free,

to go where they need to go.

Unbound.

That’s the kind of quiet I love.

It’s what I crave for my soul’s peace.

But there is another kind of quiet,

where the silence weighs heavily upon me

with loneliness.

The kind of quiet that is not chosen.

but rather imposed,

when your very existence is not acknowledged.

When you are immersed in that kind of quiet,

it feels less like a gift to yourself

and more like a sentence to be served out.

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Frozen

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Frozen

By thoughts

By fears

Swirling around her

Clouding her judgment

Fogging her senses

She senses the answer

It’s just out of her reach

Hanging aloft

She can see it

But she can’t grasp it

And if she can’t grasp it

She can’t understand it

Nor what she needs to do

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Conversations With The Moon

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She is in conversation

With the moon

It speaks silently to her

Understanding

Her thoughts

Her dreams

Her wishes

Comforting her in its silence

Allowing her thoughts to form

Into something cohesive

The proximity to her beloved sea

Consoles her soul

The lapping of the waves

A haunting lullaby

That she lets herself

Get lost in

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