As Sirens
they call out.
Closer
and closer a figure walks to them, releasing
all guard and inhibition.
The air
is dense with a dream-like euphoria. Feelings
of awe and splendor wash over, filling this
form with enchanted delirium.
Their
hypnotic lamentation continues with outstretched
arms that widen. Flesh surrenders to its
own spirit. Reason succumbs to desires both
subtle and gross.
How sweet
is their sound.
