Frosted lips swim
Through the glittering
Grottos of my dreams
While pale fingers beckon
From under the violet waves.
A siren
Coos, its voice
A caramel ooze
Down my throat. Overhead
A pair of lashes
Flutter. They wink
And vanish. My head spins
As does the sea, down
Down in a spiral skirt
Of froth and salt. Laughter
Rings short and frigid
Before I fall
Into the dark embrace
Of a single, sapphire eye.
He Who Wanders 