Siren
She dances before you
Her flickering image tantalizes
Out of your touch
So far away
She likes it that way
She hints of a life
Lived many times over
She clasps her heart tight
Folded neatly away
From the world’s harsh sight
She protects her true self well.
She dances on a vast tightrope
Licking on danger’s neck
Her adrenaline pumps
Only when she dances like this
Does she feel alive
Demands more than just to survive
She knows what to say
Her teasing tendrils call
Your body and soul stirs
Respond with its yearning to connect
Desire consuming it all
She likes it that way
Copyright Pierre Nunns
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