Siren

I spy her from the shade of the trees.

I want to live in the languid pool of her eyes.

Silently swimming this mermaid I see.

Crimson waters caress her white skin and glistens like dew on her body.

The moon sparkles on the surface- and her- like a beacon for me.

Or is she a siren luring me into the deep?

We shall see...

I can't help watching as her hair creates ribbons of gold that cling to her breasts.

And the water dripping down.

Tiny rivulets that lazily follow her curves.

I don't care if I drown.

As long as it is in her eyes.