Siren

Flowing red hair

Catching light

Catching fire

Long wavy tendrils

Caressing her body

Like the desire of your hands.

 

You hear her-

Her voice a cage

Surrounding you

Holding you captive

As you listen to the tune in her voice

Your ankles are shackled

The hum in her throat

Your hands are bound.

She sings her song

And your soul is hers.

Sing Me A Song

Chirping perching sing me  song

Birds singing through the dusk and dawn

Show them singing is never wrong

Chirping! Perching! … Sing me a song!

Just keep on singing all day long

‘Til beauty has overcome brawn

Chirping… Perching… Sing me a song

Birds, singing through the dusk… and dawn.

 

 

NaPoWriMo prompt for day 23

http://www.napowrimo.net/