My Sweet Siren

Not to last the changing seasons,
we stood hands sewn
Where’d the grounds were as the skies,
weightlessly lifted
Pull me down nor i shall my dear,
more air to breathe in.
She sips lightly into my arms,
her smile tart as smart eyes dart everso,
I cried out towards her colors once,
she blurred out my name accordingly.
Reaching over mortality
her shine can consume,
the heat of a dying light.
I rise for you now,
whispers adrift,
strangers in a sea of turmoil.
Am i to see shore my sweet siren?
You’ve sung me into a map.
Toes curl towards the center,
damp dirt on our toes
Lie too,
with me,
however.
I crave your smile,
the flesh in your teeth
You stray to gnaw my bones.
Home is in your crashing waves.
I surrender my virtue
to your eyes, spell, and need.


By:Tyler V. Quarello
   (Trip)