Siren's Call

Denim never struck me, but slapped out when you said “Hello,”

“Is this seat taken yet?” and happily, I replied “No…”

The jacket you were wearing, is still my favorite one,

Distracting from a lecture, in one gaze I was undone,

Your dark hair was dyed over, a flaxen, amaranth gold,

Shuttered sunshine let inside I almost reached out to hold,

How I longed to tuck a strand behind your porcelain ear,

But we had miles and miles to go before we could be clear,

Years of studies turned to friendship, even when we had fought,

When you said we were soulmates, I swear I believed in God,

I knew it would be forever, however long we had,

Our own rebellious paradise, a bold uncharted land,

You were my fairest lady, what Pygmalion left out,

The radiance of imperfection, full of life throughout,

A tattoo sleeve adorns one shoulder, though not when we met,

That cheeky heart remains hidden, as if you were coquette,

Dancing free in your embrace, two women clutched in the storm,

Doused each other in love and grace, enticed the skies to pour,

I wish we listened closer to the sirens faraway,

To know the skies would swirl and darken if we could not change,

But we don’t go down easy, a scaffolding of safety,

Your seaswept eyes, your best disguise, were what truly saved me,

That fierce, untamable “youness” always brought me to my knees,

Even now that we are distanced, our time fulfilled my needs,

Even now, our paths diverged, to where we do not know,

I reach for your hand, or reprimand…for love you cannot show,

With just one text, you ended any future for our fate,

Still I would tuck that hair behind your ear, “Love you, soulmate.”