My Siren
I don't know what it is about the shower that makes her sing.
Is it the steam?
Is it her dreams
From the night before?
What are her thoughts as she's standing there singing?
I know what I'm thinking...
Of her on a distant shore
As a siren elegantly poised upon a moor
With waves crashing down around her;
My ship is nothing but a blur.
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