The Woman Is A Siren - A Poem

She does not lure. She makes a case.

She speaks in tides and keeps her place.

Her voice arrives already sure,

A verdict dressed as something pure.

“You ache,” she says. “I hear the proof.

That hollow knock beneath your roof.

You call it caution. I call it fear.

Why live a life that stops just here?”

The rocks agree. They lean in close.

The sea rehearses its repose.

“You think restraint is moral strength.

It is delay at greater length.

You say you love the shape of land,

The maps you clutch, the lines you’ve planned.

But look how often you have dreamed

Of being ended, not redeemed.”

I grip the rail. I list my vows.

She smiles. “You don’t believe them now.

You worship endings, sharp and clean.

Impact is honesty unseen.”

She sings in reasons, not in pleas.

Each rhyme a tightening of the seas.

“You want the truth without disguise.

The moment choice at last decides.

The ship is just a longer lie.

The shore is cowardice nearby.

Come learn the logic of the stone.

Come be concluded. Come be known.”

So without the merest smidge of fear

I compel myself to just be near

She calls my heart, I feel no shock

I will dash myself upon the rock.

The keel turns willingly to fate.

The stars fall silent. I capitulate.

If my ruin is the final art,

Let it be argued to my heart.