Siren (Of lust and invited consequence)
Let none conspire to remove
This curse
Which comes pleasant wrapped
In blessing’s garb.
Her splendid encasement
Stimulates rise
Of potent intention.
To become as wreckage
On hostile shores,
In willing embrace
Of disaster;
Swept prepensely
By severin sister
Into her maw
And the sweetness within.
Lead as lamb to slaughter,
Broken as beast from burden
I succumb and step,
Without falter,
To sacrifice judgement
Here,
On this,
Her mons,
And alter.
Suffering in the silence
Of this blessed siren,
Resigned to be directed
As her will does please;
Failed again by reason,
Slave by mutual pleasure,
I fall into the warmth
Of her sublime.
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Author:
bourbonjon (
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- Published: February 11th, 2011 04:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Ok... Haven’t bothered with getting anything published in a while… been dead, gone and lost for a while and only now rebuilding a voice. Got a feeling though that the stuff I’m coming up with is too enigmatic so feedback would be appreciated. Cheers, Bourbonjon
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Comments1
Excellently depicted, and beautifully done....the enticement and allure of temptation to which we succumb, so willingly assenting to our demise. Well-written and eerie.
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