for my siren, a letter

queer-with-a-pen

my fiery-haired siren

this lady of the ocean and the waves

she says over a static-y cell connection

that i feed her heart,

that i am a garden

 

and suddenly,

the darkest parts of me

are bursting with sunshine

colored in shades of gold

for what feels like the same time

 

she tells me

that this garden blooming

isn’t just flowers,

it’s bees and green grasses

and the running horses

 

and i want to tell her

that i will always run to her

like the circle of her arms around

me is always calling me home

 

and i want to gift her

sweet wines and cheese,

and all the words i have

to offer, because she deserves them

 

and it’s not her siren call

that led me here,

but one heart recognizing another 

as a place to sit and rest for a while,

to plant more flowers and watch

the wild horses run 

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2022 00:18
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 45
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'that i will always run to her
    like the circle of her arms around
    me is always calling me home

    and i want to gift her
    sweet wines and cheese,
    and all the words i have'..
    (such a tender wording of affection
    and loyalty's dedication)
    just another lovely read
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you so much! Wrote this while on the phone with my lovely siren and sent her a link after. Feels good to write a love poem again for sure

    • Rocky Lagou

      This was art! I love the imagery you used and the emotion was definitely PRESENT. Kudos to you! 😉💕

      • queer-with-a-pen

        Thank you so much! Always good to get back to my ‘roots’ as a love poet 😁

      • James Michael

        A stunningly romantic poem. Unfortunately I’m in a different place. Love lays dormant when in physical pain. Carry on as long as you can.

        • queer-with-a-pen

          Always good to hear from you, my friend! My siren asked if I had written anything lately, and I realized the last poem was about my father. Felt like it was time to get back to my roots as a love poet once again.

          I hope you and love find the way back to each other soon



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