Siren

the voice that calls in the dark

The face of a beautiful woman is the voice of death

Death calls us many times

We answer only once

Always we are tempted to respond

Her eyes deep and mysterious with the watery force of  

       Charybdis

In her hair we are entangled as in kelp

Her skin exudes haunting vapors

Her mouth a warm abyss

Sometimes we succumb out of yearning

At times we cannot touch her

In her absence she remains

A permanent shadow beckoning