Amidst The Gulf Of Dire Straits, Sirens Sing Poem by M. A Heathcote

Amidst the gulf of dire straits, sirens sing.
Come, risk your hearts, young men, and drown.
Have faith; you need not be saved or found.
Salvation is in our arms. Come, thrash each limb.

Come, risk it all and be locked in a bubble, a kiss.
And be embraced like the waves beneath the moon.
Come, risk all and swim into love's last monsoon.
A new deliverance will adorn you in the abyss.

Come, risk it all; I've heard your heart drown.
Come, swim and join me like the frolicking dolphin.
Come, love, come; come freely; let us not bargain.
Come, love, I sing the sirens' call; do not frown.

Come, I am lonesome; throw away your compass.
Come, love, come, come -listen to my song.
Open like a conch shell to my eternal song.
A song of eternal love is in my arms, unbiased.

All barges will be without deckhands and terror.
Come, love, be strong and show me your true desire.
Come, love, come, love, I'll douse your every fire.
We will take this plunge to the depths together.