The Siren

Out from dark shadows her long fingers move

like spider legs

(gossamer cocoons

behind her come

and dare of me to prove again myself);

her heart to mine attunes.

With a thousand blue glowing ocean eyes

from darkness waving,

drag eyes

– mine –

like sand

to soon find binding her legs weaving ties

with shadowed glistening gossamer strands.

Until cocooned

I find my self

within.

I nose away wisps of wet bark brown hair.

Drunk, I fang her neck and sip poisoned skin:

my breath

– exhaled –

exchanged –

returns her stare.

Then

weaving,

her shadowed fingers enshroud her self

– cocooned to mine –

forever proud.