The Sound of Her Voice


Always an enigma,

dwells in deep, dark currents

coming forth on her own terms,

in her own time.


She ebbs and flows


glistening and basking on the shore for a time.


I feel her as she nears,

The warmth of her flame,

Siren song beckoning.


I cannot deny her

When she comes.

Nor restrain her

As she moves to go.


And now she is here…

dangerous and thrilling…

Sweet Lifeblood of mine.

Image: Petrina Hicks: Bruised peaches 2018 from the Still Life Studio series 2018

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