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//
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he was a sailor, home from the sea,
and all his time was given to me.

my myriad stories,
all of my fears;
the dreams and plans
poured into his ears.

he took it all in,
gave it its due
prompted me further,
until it felt true.

yet ever so often,
I would see in his gaze
the looks cast as anchors
to turquoise waves.

he was a sailor, home from the sea,
and all his love was given to me.

deep kisses of passion,
caresses of skin;
love at its heights
and the depths of its sin.

but in the darkest of morn,
before day has its start,
I sensed the yearning
that stirred his true heart.

he was a sailor, gone to the sea
and for all of my heartache,
it was where he should be.

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Siren Call

Contributed by spike on Monday, 30th July 2018 @ 12:44:30 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

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//

//
/
he was a sailor, home from the sea,
and all his time was given to me.

my myriad stories,
all of my fears;
the dreams and plans
poured into his ears.

he took it all in,
gave it its due
prompted me further,
until it felt true.

yet ever so often,
I would see in his gaze
the looks cast as anchors
to turquoise waves.

he was a sailor, home from the sea,
and all his love was given to me.

deep kisses of passion,
caresses of skin;
love at its heights
and the depths of its sin.

but in the darkest of morn,
before day has its start,
I sensed the yearning
that stirred his true heart.

he was a sailor, gone to the sea
and for all of my heartache,
it was where he should be.

Copyright Â© spike ... [ 2018-07-30 12:44:30]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Siren Call (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Monday, 30th July 2018 @ 08:42:36 PM AEST
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There will always be those that are drawn uncontrollably to the sea, like a mistress that calls from the deep.
You/'/ve echoed this brilliantly here.
Nice write

Steve

Re: Siren Call (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 3rd August 2018 @ 05:32:09 PM AEST
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A lovely tale that reads like a rocking chair conversation. It is both romantic and philosophical.
We are what we are as your sailor proves, as he steps down for a moment from his reality to wear anothers dream.
Your beautiful story entices us to step out of ourselves and look back; to take stock; to nourish our dreams. Most inspiring, and well written.
softerware

Re: Siren Call (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Friday, 3rd August 2018 @ 07:19:58 PM AEST
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Hi Spikey me ol cobber!! Long time no speak.
Loved this piece and written in your own unique way - no words used where they are not useful - short, sharp, and to the point. /'//'/deep kisses of passion, caresses of skin; love at its heights and the depths of its sin./'//'/ A gamut of human emotions contained therein. Power to your pen, spike!

Re: Siren Call (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Wednesday, 19th September 2018 @ 04:20:13 AM AEST
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You effectively convey that feeling, that I want you but I know I have to let you go feeling. Great ending to an overall awesome poem!

-Kara aka allforyou

Re: Siren Call (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Wednesday, 19th September 2018 @ 04:20:14 AM AEST
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You effectively convey that feeling, that I want you but I know I have to let you go feeling. Great ending to an overall awesome poem!

-Kara aka allforyou

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