Siren At Sea
Her eyes are those of a gentle summer breeze,
Leaving me winded, leaving me wondering
Her arrival from lone departure overseas
She hardly has the chance to utter greeting
Before she’s found my loving arms
The smell of home and ocean collide
In a passionate display of love
Her lips taste like July:
Briny and crystalline whitecaps of the sea,
Yet gooey and golden like dollops of honey,
Like liquid sunshine,
Which pumps ever so earnestly through my veins
With each renewed breath my lungs can bear
She is addictive by nature;
Aggressively passionate like the tides
Whom cannot bear to depart the arms of the shore
But forgiving as the docile moon
Of which promptly reunites star-crossed lovers
Never mind the solar displeasure
That forbids such a love from partaking
I fear the ocean may one day tempt her return,
That she may be lured by the symphonies
Of the seas to depart her dearly beloved
For she is of Neptune’s fierce majesty
Swirling with an air of mystery,
But revealing not secrets untold by her depths
And within this chasm do I see myself drowning
For I cannot resist her every gaze;
I am a captive, her underwater prisoner
Surrendered to the siren song
I must find a way to know her,
In all her glorious depths;
To know what lurks beyond the light’s reach.
I, a desperate sailor
Pray that our lips may never know
The travesty of needing
To part for air