Get thee behind me, Siren
T'was just a dream, my God, a dream
Returned to me for torturing
Most frightening and most comforting
For years your face was hidden
You waltzed up to the picnic table danced into my sorry life
You sat beside me, took a breath, your wit like a surgical knife
You laughed and we discussed all subjects ranging past by the atmosphere
You oh so gloriously present, as you whispered in my ear
God, your legs like smoothe pale plaster
Breasts and arms soft alabaster
Thin silk shirt of floating jasper
A dream, a siren's song
Last time (Four years now, I thinks) I saw that dark hair frame your eyes
'Twas was nothing but kind calm resentment every single damn goodbye
Now you sit there as the balmy breeze blows past those rad'iant curls
Eyes that smile lips that kiss each word that from your heart unfolds
God, your hands of smoothe pale plaster
Supple back soft alabaster
Thin silk shirt of floating jasper
I'll dream the whole day long
We sat there, you laughed as you moved closer, pulling me away
The warmth of your arm against mine, as it were, leading thoughts astray
Then through the afternoon each hour my world passed by in a blur
Our conversation then protecting our own fears amidst the swirl
God, your cheeks like smoothe pale plaster
Chest and neck soft alabaster
Thin silk shirt of floating jasper
In dreams I don't belong
The day soon ended the last sunlight filtered through the wilting trees
I drove you home through crowded streets untill you begged me please
Just let me out here, its been fun, lets do this sometime soon
I sighed and watched one other dream float by, a mere ballon
I said bye and you just smiled
Waiting there as if beguiled
I broke down threw my arms round
You for our first and last embrace
You blew a kiss, as softest sound
Escaped those lips of lace
God, your legs like smoothe pale plaster
Breasts and arms soft alabaster
Thin silk shirt of floating jasper
Siren, please, be gone!
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2009-08-19 at 03:04
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