The Siren’s Call

She is a sea, an endless sea of love.
She can be warm, inviting.
You can flirt with her —

dip your toes in her waters.
You can fall into her:
she will embrace you.

You can swim in her:
she will hold and enfold you.
But be wary of her:

she does not yield her secrets,
she has depths you will never reach,
she has hidden currents,

the fury of the tempest.
Beware, lest she pull you under,
lest you drown in her

or she fling you upon her jagged rocks,
her cliff face, maroon your gaze
on a tilted, broken sky.