Turn back sailor 

this is no safe port

between the champing cliffs

and crashing swells

This is the lair of a carnivore


Heed not my sinuous song 

beckoning, caressing 

undulating with carnal promise

pulling you in

toward certain doom


Ignore the salty succulence of my lips

You'll ache to kiss me

and that 

will be the end of you


Gaze not too deeply

into the whirlpools of my eyes

You'll drown 

and I won't save you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written 10/5/15

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