Note before you read: In Greek mythology, the Sirens were three dangerous bird-women, portrayed as seductresses who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
Spread your legs.
Swallow the last of the water dregs.
Shuffle your feet.
Every droplet is symbolically sweet.
We are stunted to the ground
but you hover to that pounding sound;
you are an engaging multicolored cloud.
The beat to your soul is so loud.
A siren tugging at your logic,
the serotonin masking the neurologic,
uncontrollably making your teeth grind,
and every notion is inclined.
She strums at your pleasure spot
you feel you are a big shot.
She summons you to eat out your heart
and you wish these nights could indeed restart.
So you let her.
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