ODE TO SILLY SIREN 2

The mountains rumble with a flame,
                         no man could satiate
the valley begs for a sprinkle,
                      of a fertile saint
poised elegantly, nature yearns a challenger.

The storm - a murky warrior,
                   sheds her barriers
with a fire that burns black,
             she begs the breeze
lick my rivers dry, nibble, suckle and tease

The eruptions, waiting with a heavy breath
beg for release,
leap with tremendous strength
ablaze she erupts,
squirting sweet fury
Radioactive, like Madame Curie

ODE TO SILLY SIREN

The winds of liberation straining
against the fair binds of convention
ideas, ablaze - smoldering a hot lavender
against the pressures of tradition
cheeky words singing
the pink horizon of revolution
Deep divine eyes, gaze patiently
conveying a torrent of suppressed emotion
Oh woman! Beauty whose beholder exudes seduction
Rip, raze and rap the spirit of freedom
for generations, yes generations