By Scott
Date: 15 June 2000
Sweet Siren
I realize that she was in rare form that night.
She was working the room like she was the last single, horny woman on Earth.
Spinning around, dancing and gyrating from one table to another.
She knew who she could use and who wanted to use her.
Always introducing herself as a Florida native.
"Miami Beach, of course," she replied beguilingly, enchantingly.
Even the poor chap who tried to convince her
that he ran a Website for senior citizens got shot down.
She knew the game, saw through all those fake facades.
And as she spun over to me abruptly, hugging me
(after dissing some 6-foot-7, steroid-pumping turbo-jock),
she confided that she used to hang out in Miami Beach
with an infamous girlfriend named "Norma."
"Norma was the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen,
but she was brutal," she stated nonchalantly,
taking a quick sip from her Cosmopolitan.
"When the guy she was flirting with would go to the bar to get her a drink,
she would immediately start hitting on someone else," she said.
"And by the time he came back from the bar,
she would just grab the drink and move on to the next guy."
As I stood there speechless, staring at her through foreign eyes,
she spun off across the room again,
like a whirlwind of chaos, unleashed on an unsuspecting public.
This beautiful, intelligent woman who keeps haunting me,
challenging me to choose the difference between spirituality and faith
(like it was such an easy question to answer).
The same woman who saved an injured raven that cannot fly,
and adopted a kitten that had its larynx torn out,
a cat that will never meow again.
(Sigh)
I keep wondering what is it that attracts me to her.
Maybe she is my siren, my "temptress."
But I can't help but feel awkwardly vulnerable when we're together.
And so I'm demanding that you strap me to the bow of this boat,
Just plug your ears and promise not to untie me, lads,
no matter how loudly I scream in agony.
You see, if she is my Sweet Siren,
I'll be forced to listen to her voice
as she softly whispers in my ear
that she just wants to be "friends."
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