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Hey Night Siren

by Kat 5 months ago in love poems
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you are the divine

Hey Night Siren
Photo by Candice Picard on Unsplash

Someday you’ll wear your glasses in the bath

so you can read the instructions for products

that promise to keep you from looking like your mother.

That second glass of red wine will give you heartburn that keeps you awake

while you lie in bed next to the man you’re too tired to love,

each of you with separate blankets of different warmth or weight.

God forbid bathing becomes self care

but it might.

Someday you’ll notice men look past you

and through you on the street

and you’ll be disappointed and freed at the same time.

But for now, my Medusa:

Roll the top of that skirt to show off your gams.

Hold your power like the reins of a great chariot.

Tie bows and revel in the feminine

for even Diana the Huntress is glamorous with her quiver.

Run through the night in packs like wolves.

Be formidable and divine.

So that when you sink into that bath, glasses fogging,

you are gentle with her,

with the tenderness and gratitude

of a soldier to his steed.

love poems

About the author


A westcoast modern mystic and mother of two.

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