Siren

You’re quiet with me, so let me watch you
Asking what your far-flown stare may reveal,
Or your happy glance, the rosy hue
Of your budding cheeks — or your naked heel.
Do you feel my eyes explore your face?
Slipping into the your mouth with its still tongue,
Measuring your pulse as our sad hearts pace,
Kissing your ears when poetry is sung?
How these eyes thirst to see you dance and smile
In the tropical sun or the tropical dark,
Or find you in an olive grove or hidden isle
Where mournful nightingales out-sing the lark,
And where you lean to me and secretly,
Your open mouth whispers your heart to me.

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