Siren, Be Still

I was ferociously singing

and bursting forth

with solar systems

in my thrusting veins,

liquid humming with

sensual cinnamon vapors

that licked their third eyes lightly,

molten rolling waves

of healing coursing through me
towards the broken ones
I saw crying in restaurant bathrooms
and throwing up after late night affairs,

pulsing over your body in ancient rhymes

and chants that I recalled

from ages long passed and died away,

moon under a different sky,

before humanity was born and

the earth, she talked more then.

Thus the wounded dragons

succumbed to

my siren scent

with lonely on their mouths
that I understood
from my walks in the dark sky alone,

and I mirrored a red eyed pleasure

mixed with a true utopian

feeling of safety

I held within my womb

a magic,

also deep in my serpent throat,

and at the base of the cosmic spine,

so drink from my rippling

wishing well,

come purge your tortured

twisted histories,

waxed candles

dripped to eyelids,

guardian angels of the

shadowed things,

you came with your

scars and your deep cuts

that I kissed

with tears you never saw

me shed,

only in dreams,

prayed myself insane

for your poor beaten faces,

bruised souls,

weakened tangled lights

that flickered almost out at moments

and scared me,

and spirits chained

to cellar doors

in my visions

that kept me up

past the night

and into the morning.

So I made love to the holes

in your desperate hurting head

and soothed the pain that I could,

just before you

gave a sly wink,
excused yourself for a moment

to talk ego and sex to the

smooth girl on the other end of the line

in your starship mind

and you left me,

meat-hooked still

to the stark naked headboard.