Poem – My Siren

Words by Jacob Evans

My Siren

In the abyss
Her eyes absorb gold, 
A guilty treasure
Of fate untold.
Her hair floats, 
Dark and deep,
Whisping and wrapping
In the current of her temptation
Her skin escapes friction,
Pure as the ocean floor. 
Freckles dust her moonlit face,
For there is always light in her dark place.
Looking up, her body still,
She does not blink,
But stares to feel.
For warmth will sink
As she reveals
Her glistening heart.