Tempo of Siren
Brisk water shrouds me
and elevates me toward-
the evening moon.
The water intoxicants
my exposed breasts
fondling them-
as the devil lips.
Disoriented in the surreal emotions-
for the moment I close my eyes
allowing the water to knead-
my nakedness.
He watches from the shore
removing his clothes
a little uncomfortable.
‘Tonight is not for colour
it is all gray I say.’
I let my feet brush
the sandy depth of the riverbed
and I turn to him.
‘You are a siren’; he whispers
sluggishly coming to me.
A secluded smile
curves my ripe lips
and I shake my head no.
‘ If anything
I am just a modest woman
misguided in darkness.’
‘If you are not a siren
than why do you
arouse me so.’
I reach out and bring his face close to mine.
‘I arouse you not of body
but of soul’
I ease my tongue along his lip
and he exhales allowing my tongue-
to skip inside.
He reaches for my hips
and draws me up so my legs-
engulf his waist and I am centred -
on his rigidness.
‘If you were mine
I would never let you go’
If I was his, he would suffer
such damage when I left him -
with regrets.
He glides within me
and a feminine groan trembles-
from the back of my throat.
With the water cuffing at my bottom
he jostles in and out my breasts-
pitch in a rhythm back and forth
on his chest.
‘If you come let, it be by my hands
and skin-not from some other man.’
‘If I come undone for tonight,
it will be by you and no other.’
He kisses my neck
and leaves his mark on my skin-
inscribe me his nereid for tonight.
He growls and jerks atmy bottom
hoisting me up only to plunge deep within
and I sense his seed entombing itself inside of me.
I curve my head back -
close my eyes and join him-
as a thousand tiny waves of gratification
cascades through my body.
I leave him standing
in the middle of the river
a rejected smile on his face.
‘If you need me.’
‘I will know
how to find you.’
