The Damning Call

At Night the Sirens come
They call to me by name
Some I know, some are new
But all have this common call:
"Come to me--I will love you
Stay with me, I will hold you
Kiss me. I want you."
All call me, but I must not come
I want to scream, but their song calls me to harmony
I want what they offer, but not from them.
They share a thousand faces, yet clamber over one
The one I do not yet recognize--
The face of she I ought to love.