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Eyes sparkle straight outwards caught beneath the whispers her entwines entice This bearded oddity The Sirens song beckons; places a cupped palm holding thin air where a shapely breast should be Her smooth skin wraps the ***** of imagination trembling tempting fingers searching in the darkness Arms outstretched the smells of summer breeze wafts its enchantment and for a moment I belong more than most as I can remember Sometimes we meet others we can easily forget just another sunny spell as a prelude to rain. The umbrella I own has holes anyway lest it would be kinder on me now if perhaps I had stumbled on a dry patch in waiting For a moments temptation to dance with the divine I’ll skate these embers and reach out where Icarus fell short Those fallen arms of grace will have to wait In the near dark tongues unravel and fingertips unbind transcend, ascend grip with experience the bane of youth Im confused a little more these days; maybe that's the Sirens song, calling 'swim with me, delve deeper embrace the ocean current drift with me, drift with me' Perhaps im just getting old cynical to the optimism of belonging. The Siren would argue: perhaps you just don’t need that umbrella after all.
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
Sirens Song
Eyes sparkle straight outwards caught beneath the whispers her entwines entice This bearded oddity The Sirens song beckons; places a cupped palm holding thin air where a shapely breast should be Her smooth skin wraps the ***** of imagination trembling tempting fingers searching in the darkness Arms outstretched the smells of summer breeze wafts its enchantment and for a moment I belong more than most as I can remember Sometimes we meet others we can easily forget just another sunny spell as a prelude to rain. The umbrella I own has holes anyway lest it would be kinder on me now if perhaps I had stumbled on a dry patch in waiting For a moments temptation to dance with the divine I’ll skate these embers and reach out where Icarus fell short Those fallen arms of grace will have to wait In the near dark tongues unravel and fingertips unbind transcend, ascend grip with experience the bane of youth Im confused a little more these days; maybe that's the Sirens song, calling 'swim with me, delve deeper embrace the ocean current drift with me, drift with me' Perhaps im just getting old cynical to the optimism of belonging. The Siren would argue: perhaps you just don’t need that umbrella after all.
DBeard
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DBeard
Scottish
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
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