Sirens of the sea,
Calling me to swim with them,
I thought they lured the men,
Which is true when our captain disappeared last night,
Sirens of the sea,
Why drag those men with your claws,
When you can submerge your claws onto mine,
You sing your lullabies of the sea,
Under the moonlight,
Hoping the drunk sailors would come to find you,
But here I am, with my drunk self,
Not a man,
Already hooked on your notes,
You lure one by one slowly to the arms of death,
Sirens of the sea,
Your locks, a weeping willow,
Your eyes, pearls under the moonlight,
Your voice, a haunting sea shanty,
With bosoms- bare,
Swimming with your orange and purple fins,
With your flock dragging around clueless sailors unknowing of the dangers that lies ahead for them,
Some nights,
I stare a bit too much,
Some nights,
Our eyes locks,
You smile,
Wishing you'd lure me into your trap,
Oh, Sirens of the sea,
An aphrodisiac you've left behind the night you took 'John',
That dick who flirted with every lass on board,
A bit too touchy around me,
You've left something I could suckle on,
With delight you watch,
Oh, Sirens of the sea,
These tender violets bloom when you lock eyes on mine;
YOU ARE READING
The Half-Burnt Boy
PoetryFor all the prompts I find fascinating on this thing called the "World Wide Web," and random words I find interesting enough to add to this collection; I'll be crafting poems out of thin air like any magician would do 🪄 Copyright © 2021 by Aloka Wi...
