Sweet siren song! Your notes ring clear and true!
Dancing on silken, slippered feet,
Dancing me black and blue.

Whispering through my locked door,
Hot somnolent breath in my ear;
Crooning my name like a lover;
With a promise to always be near.

Like Ulysses I fight even harder,
I am lashed to the mast
in vain,
Finally swallowing the pill
that swallows me whole,
I have lost to the sirens
again…

The creaking of timber; boards crash;
sails tear;
What once kept me afloat…
is no longer there.
Surrounded by wreckage
I slowly sink down,
still listening for one last silken note
even as I drown.

©2011

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