2.27.2015

Siren


waves crashing over each other.
excitement rising to the crests.      
an ocean of silk, tangled & tumbling tresses.
               
                           perched upon isolation.
                           waiting.
                           desires crashing over each other.

    a figure, a figment, a falsity.
    temptress with honesty, vulnerable in her truthful state.
    allure crashing over each other.                             
    waiting.                                          
                                     
                                    she is the fish, the weeds, the salt I choke on.         
                                    she is a mouthful of tart                                       
                                    a gulp of breeze.
                                    she is waiting.

            waiting.
            danger crashing over each other.
            but I cannot, will not hesitate
            to allow her                                    
                    
                                                   to pull me down.
                                                   I will wholeheartedly
                                                   let her drown me.
                                                   because I don't want to keep her waiting.

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