Siren

Sweet music whines through

the oasis that is my heart

parched, dying of thirst,

What wine is this that can feed me so?

Awake, I lie, waiting, always,

for what sound this is

that drives me to your

island lost in water as

deep as the screaming

that is the music that I

drink with my lips wide

open accepting only the sweetest

wanting nothing more than

your taste to fill my desert

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