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A SIREN’S SONG
I was pulled into a dream,
drawn into the vortex,
tossed, churned, and consumed by the winds of fire
that brought me to my knees.
It was the same dream.
You were there
doing what you usually do,
saying the things you usually say.
Promises of pleasure lure me like a Siren’s song
toward the reefs that tear my heart to pieces.
Your crimson touch, passion’s blush scalds my skin
yet I come to you at my peril, ignoring all the scars–
emerging with burnt hands, scorched and blackened lips.
I never opened my eyes as I lay in your arms
drowning in a flood of memories.
The same memories that batter me against the rocks with beautiful sadness.
It was only a dream. Wasn’t it?