Siren

As the last bit of daylight is chased off by the moon, she calls to me, her voice floats on the air like a misting rain. Every night she sings, filling my lungs with her words as I breathe. 

Her song remains here in my soul, growing within me like a vine, reaching and twisting around my heart and clouding my mind with her sweet poison, turning my thoughts of lust into an insatiable desire. I can taste her on my tongue, I can feel her pulling me closer to the ocean cliff. It's there that I sit and listen, the sting of wind and water tearing at my flesh. 

I want to give myself to her, to give my body to the depths of the ocean for she has already stolen my mind, but then the night breaks, scattering her seductions throughout the morning clouds. And just as the moon stays visible in midday sky, her song still lingers, bouncing off each wave the ocean throws at the rocks, sending whispers of her lullaby floating on the cool ocean breeze. I keep my sweet siren circling in my mind, at a safe distance from my heart, for every sailor knows what will come from loving her.