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The Siren


by Thomas Zimmerman




He dreams the lovely ruins of her smile,
the bleeding beacons of her eyes that slide
their beams across the sky. He cannot hide
his need to see, to smell, to touch her while

he's still alive. He's paddling to her isle
of perfumed veils, of silken birds that glide
on velvet wings, of nymphs that sit astride
chimeras, beckoning with looks of guile.

Beyond all this, her sweet, ecstatic song
has entered him to steal his soul. And though
against the blood-slimed shore he sees the bones

of the enchanted, bobbing white and long,
and feels his body's stolen too, he knows
he'll give the Siren everything he owns.





© Zimmerman, 2005


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Thomas Zimmerman teaches English and directs the Writing Center at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, MI. Poems of his have appeared recently in Lunatic Chameleon, Sorcery and Science, and Whispering Spirits.