“Siren” by Alan Valle Monagas

Ulysses and the Sirens – Herbert James Draper (1909)

She sunk, to the bottom of the sea.
An empty passenger seat, by me.
No other mind – to share with,
Or vessel to shower with gifts,
Letters or nature to behold,
Primordial matter grows cold.

They buy her a symphony.
A lover suffers silently.
Timeless dichotomies.
My lover, my enemy.

God knows she hums
While you’re not looking.
Soothing melodies,
As she plays with strings.

Alan Valle Monagas

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