Fickle love

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.