Siren's Song

Wisssh-ahhh, wisssh-ahhh.

The waves are a siren's song luring us to the beach.

We strolled hand in hand; the ocean licking her long-tanned legs while the moonlight turned her blond hair into a halo. A simple touch and my skin was on fire.

Wisssh-ahhh, wisssh-ahhh.

The swells erased our footprints. We were fleeting. She would break my heart. I stroked her delicate neck. Soon she would disappear without a trace.

Wisssh-ahhh, wisssh-ahhh.

“Henry, Henry!” After 45 years, the shrill voice was painfully familiar. I struggled to hold on to my nymph.

“Henry, wake up. You’re going to burn to a crisp.”