(Tempest)
i read his palm
peeled off the skin
with my teeth
then read it again
and again
he called me a priestess
before he knew
a siren has no need
for a temple
and in the end
he would be no
convert
he sings to me an anthem
of crystal clear
silence
because he is no
disciple
and i can’t decide
if i’m just an
adventure
you’re still daring
yourself to take
or if all of this silence
will one day be
loud and long and
lovely
who can know?
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