Love is that fickle Siren’s call

that draws you in and lures

you with her charms and desires,

only to drop you cold hard thump like

you’re kicked out of a warm winter’s bed.

 

But I keep coming back to love

like a pitiful dog to its ragged bone,

for in this state I can believe that for a time

I am the other’s and the other is mine,

and in its spell I am immortal for now.

 

16/6/2017