I knew it's going to be Pyrrhic,
To be tempted by your velvety skin.
Eyes capricious, like the bonfire, lit in a bright chill mezzanine.
They whisper in the cadence of passion,
Flutter onto the distant sea,
Becoming the words of Siren.
Now my soul is poised for the precarious jump,
Into your vaporous maze,
Searching for rigorous salvation.

2020.6.2
EZ