Poetry

Siren

By 5th October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Sleepless in Somalia
I think of a woman from the north

Her face swimming gently over me
like an energetic sea,

and her eyes the colour of sunrise
penetrate my soul
leaving me bleeding love in the
midnight sea.

Relentless and hungry
I follow her lead

her lips gentle rouge
In the moonlight
sing in the boulevards of my mind

while her touch,
soft and delicate,
quivers me quick

and silently we slip
gently away
before the dawn breaks.

Martin Hopkins

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