If the god of the Sea should call to you,
Beware to heed this entreat, it sounds
Innocent like gulls and harbor bells
He means for you to drown.
In condensation circles he draws your fate
While you sit patiently and wait
Imagining you make a choice,
That you could walk away
You’re caught up in the crashing wave
Churning effortlessly, green and grey.
With darkest eyes five fathoms deep,
He leads you further still
And by the time you sense the undertow
He’s reaching for the bill.
The ocean’s ebb he makes like night air
Swirling around your head
Your hair whips round, it seems like speed,
But you’re sinking lower then.
The stirred up sand glints like stars in the sky
As he gently leads you deep
Where coral and crenellated seaweed fronds
Appear like furniture and boxwood leafs.
And you think it’s wine that sways you
But it’s already the swell
That’s filled your lungs and soaked your eyes
In an underwater cell.
He tells you he likes music,
But the Sirens work for him
It’s their job to sing to you
While he tugs your body back to shore
Not noticing the sea water
Still seeping from your pores
Driving home, your legs are damp
With passion, so you say
But he’s risen the surf up over your head
And floated you away.
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