Siren

What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more. (but poetically).

Lost in the sensuous tastes of existence
like being lost between sheets,
like being underwater without knowing which way is up,
I need your breath.
I need life!
Instead of this tangled mess of experiences,
Instead of this smothering separateness,
I need breath.

Can’t I coax you nearer? Can’t I make my voice
smoother than the night wind that touches you,
surrounds you,
wherever you happen to be.
I have will enough for us both. If fate has forsaken me,
I will make you come myself.

I will bring you to me
as I’m sure I’ve brought sailors to rocky shores.
I’ll be kind, I promise. I’ve kept only that good side of my nature.

Oh, I’m tired of promising. No one else has to.
Why should I ask for breath? Why should I ask for existence?
If this is my recompense, something should have told me.
Some dream should have mentioned
if I was a monster in a past life,
if I killed for love.

Someone should have told me why I’m lost.
Why I’m dead and breathless
waiting for you.