
Poem – My Siren
Words by Jacob Evans My Siren In the abyss Her eyes absorb gold,┬á A guilty treasure Of fate untold. Her hair floats,┬á Dark and deep, Whisping and wrapping In the current of her temptation Her skin escapes friction, Pure as the ocean floor.┬á Freckles dust her moonlit face, For there is always light in her dark place. Looking up, her body still, She does not … Continue reading Poem – My Siren