I think the thing that hooked me
was the sound of your voice; a pitch
quite perfect and sweet, I could not help
but pick my jaw up off the ground
upon first hearing you sing.
You'll never know it but voice is
something I looked forward to hearing each night,
somewhere in a place I wouldn't admit.
I mean, sure. you've snagged plenty of sailors
with your siren's-song quality
but I won't let myself be dashed
on those rocks for hearing it.
I think I'll just tuck it away,
smile at the memory,
like a music box relic for a time when I'm old and greying.
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