Sea glass eyes framed by gold fire
A Siren's song tempting me to swim
There is nothing quite like the desire
Of her tracing devotions into my skin
Revealing secrets inked with red
Swallowing her curiosity as I speak
You deadly creature you, I beg
Be gentle when you sing me to sleep
Affections burn bruises on lips
I knowingly gift her my breath
Just so a Siren can surface and glimpse
What it means to not be kept
Haunted by chasing thoughts
Only to be reminded in her dreams
Seductress when chaos is taught
Silence when tortured for a scream
Crushed bones and sailors lore
Who is the monster here, I wonder
The Siren? Or rather, more
The people who pushed her under
Unawares of her own allure
A myth Resurfaces to find
A relief from a demanded nature
Where I claim her as mine
Two green eyes of storms
Two dark birds of a feather
When the Siren finds her final form
The Lovers will drown together
About the Creator
SP
Amateur poet.
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️6 days ago in Fiction
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