Saturday, March 7, 2015

Siren

you play upon the sailor's penchant
superstitious reveries
born of idle grog fueled watch
in gentle motions of the seas
visions mist obscured and haunting
taste of lovers out of reach
imagined plight of stricken vessels
hope for warmth within the deep
titillations barely hinted
sailor's lust fills out the rest
song just on the edge of hearing
irresistible request

Inspired by Denise Baxter Yoder's Quicken

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