The Shy Siren

Oh.

Hair like autumn leaves;
heart of amber: warm, frozen.
Gray-green stormy eyes.

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Strange beauty. Fragile;
moody. Peacock voice, squawking.
Thoughts: secret tunnels.

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The shy siren calls
from the rocks: “Listen, hear me;
I’d like to know you.”

07/15/11

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