The Siren
The gods never warned me that love would feel
so much like drowning.
You await me on the moonlit shore,
Coral in your hair, eclipses in your eyes
A song of silk and sea-glass
Uncoiling from your lips.
You erode me with the slow violence of waves against stone.
You unravel me with the tenderness of a goddess unbraiding creation.
My heart is sand spilling through my ribs
You catch every grain, and mold a new heart
With chambers like cathedrals,
Sanctums for your song.
I will lock your melodies deep inside me,
In a place the light has never touched
Should the weight of this symphony pull me down,
I will sink to the ocean floor with a smile.
I don’t mind drowning
so long as you’re all that fills my lungs.
