Lured to Destruction
I once bathed in that voice of yours--
Penetrating my soul, making the blood pulse in my ears,
That siren song so full of passion, a whispering breath,
A sweet longing for death, so full of warmth,
Like the amniotic sea from which I once emerged,
Bathed in blood, pulsating with life,
A scream ringing loud in the empty air.
Once I followed that voice of yours everywhere.
The moon was close, the sun not too far,
For me to chase the sound of your siren song.
Music played, not so fine, as one embrace
Of your voice divine to my longing soul.
Remember, love, you called me forth
From the darkness and I traveled a thousand miles
With your horn of love, an ivory conch inlaid with silver.
You brought me back to where you are now.
To a foreign world, longing but never belonging
Loving, but never beloved
Your siren song sent me spinning beneath the waves.
Remember me, love, you called me forth
Conjured me up from nothing. And I appeared,
Dazzled by your beauty, overcome by desire,
Descending downward to the murky bottom
Never forgetting that siren song: drowning in the mire.