Who you know with wrists like mine? that can flick and fetch the waters from their sleep.
I sling my hair and dare the waves to crash their crests against the rocks.
I wash my foes of their flaws.
Those men who cast their eyes along my curves have no business fishing for my lines when they've got wives at home so I hold their stares as I stir their demise.
Their ships my lips both parting to the rhythm of high tide.
I tried to warn them. I tried to keep them at bay.
Away I sang. But they got so tied on my tongue and its tune they missed the poison perched on my lyrics.
I lift the sea 'cause I seek their attention. I am tempted to hang a sign:
Dear sailor boys untie your fix on my hips before you find your bow broken. - Sincerely Siren.