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Siren
From atoll to atoll step
Carefully so close to the edges
(But I know you’ve heard me calling)
Within her song the feathered lure hides
Its barbed hook the open-mouthed wait
She cannot love me though her honey
strips flesh from bone and unclothes
the insatiable threads of mortal tastes
Disguised her flavour she is the
scarlet retinal splash that unblinds
And uncolours a world in negative
Polarized skies lower with my mind
at the abyss edge to where all water
Must flow – compelling, imploring:
Her turquoise lenses catch in my chest
Here we could be inextricably bound
in whispers, where truths hurry after secrets:
(Tell me what you’ve never told another)
Gather them from sealed stone smoothed
by her waters, in a soporific lungful of her voice
(Mine, mine, entwined minds of sweet Somniferum)
And she is in my skin, wearing my skin as I
Smother under the covers of her carbonous clouds
With the doors that close, these eyes that close
(Sleep here... sleep here...
I will stroke your hair until it no longer grows)
NJP 6 February 2010
