Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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A siren’s fairytale

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This girl

never stops imagining.

Heroes and heroines

bitter foils and happy endings.

A knight in shining armor to save the day

or the one to put me in peril.

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Wend your way through this rough thicket of life

The vines and thorns that bedevil the path

To find me

Rose red in slumber

Needing your touch to bloom

A kiss to awaken me

To glorious possibility

Or perhaps

I just need you to be the wolf in the woods

Seeking this Red’s tender neck

To bite

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Photograph by Lindsay Steele, Model: Courtney Alexis Cameron


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Arsonist

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You never forget the first touch

nothing you had known before

could compare,

a connection felt

beyond skin

down to your bones

a fire

an intensity

continuing to build

every moment

leaving you breathless,

on fire

until you became

a wildfire

and he,

the arsonist

setting your edges ablaze

standing back, watching

you burn

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Confessional

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My words

a tender, sensual confessional.

Invocation

given on my knees.

Bound by need and want

I look to you for sublime absolution.

Sooty lashes lay upon my pale cheeks.

My mind awhirl with thoughts

as I wait

for the touch of your fingers

lifting my chin

my eyes following.

To see my sin

reflected

within your eyes.

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Photograph by Roberto Gioli


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Romance

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Romance

is not expensive presents

or lavish flowery words.

It’s not a bouquet of roses

or elaborate dates.

It is the little things

that resonate with her,

that make her swoon

just a bit more,

as she allows you to become closer. 

It is questions asked

that show you’ve been listening to her

and a gaze that misses nothing,

holding and heating her skin

with its intensity. 

It is the slight touch of fingers

when you’re looking elsewhere

apart

but still connected.

It is sitting end to end on a couch

reading

silent but aware of each other.

It is your hand on the small of her back

guiding her

not because she needs you to

but because you can’t not touch her.

Romance is time given

when time is short.

A five minute touch to remind her

that she is in your thoughts as you are in hers.

Romance is what’s real

not fantasy

and there is nothing more real

than seeing her

and letting her see you.

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Unstrung

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No longer unstrung,

but wound tight

with exhilaration and desire,

she waits

with bated breath

for the first touch

of his bow,

the press of his fingers

coaxing a song from her

…just for him.

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Persuade me

Persuade me

that I am the same…

that the threads

catching the wind

are not my soul

unraveling

at your touch

that it was but a dream…

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Artwork by Brooke Shaden, ‘The Falling of Autumn Darkness’


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Lissome thoughts

Lissome thoughts

I hold within my hands

Shape and depth

entreating

further touch

Reflections that evoke

something familiar

yet still unknown

and give voice

to inestimable possibility

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