Siren
You are my inspiration,
my sweetest transgression.
My temptress muse, my lover:
you call to me like no other.
You are my inspiration,
my sweetest transgression.
My temptress muse, my lover:
you call to me like no other.
Your gentle touch, the swell of your hip,
and your evening companionship.
Oh my sweet lover, joy of my night,
you make my life maddeningly bright!
Let it be known that
while the acts are on display
before the world
the epilogue is hidden
behind the thick curtain’s folds.
Quietly waiting
while observing the steady
passage of the clock.
I know it could all go wrong
but things just might go well too…
If you want to make
the world a better place,
start by thinking small.
You’d be surprised just how far
a drop of kindness can go.
What are my colors?
What’s the nature of my words
that are not spoken?
What is it I want to say…
How do I want to say it…
If you cast me out,
I would live, if only to
rebel against you.
And if you tried to kill me,
I would grieve for you
but I wouldn’t show mercy.
And if, after that,
you treated me with kindness,
I’m not sure I would trust you.
If you called for me,
I’d take to the road for you
and walk through fire.
If you made a home for me,
I’d take up my sword
and strike down a god for you.
If you bored of me,
I would open up my chest
and then trouble you no more.