She danced amidst the sirens,
The swaying of her hips were hard to ignore.
Even harder to trace.
As her prey followed the origins of her artbeat,
The inner musings of her soul,
The rhythm of unspoken truth,
That lay bare on her chest.
Carved into the ribcage of this city.
O how she laughed,
At those who looked up to the stars,
And wondered how one could
Hold so many in her eyes.
She sang above the clang of iron that seeped into her blood,
Above the orgasmic moans of her bondage.
Her breath bending the trees, arching their backs
So their tips returned to the softness of the earth.
Her finger tracing her pulse,
a hum of electricity,
Through the streets, and up the spines of concrete buildings,
Underneath concrete slabs, and through
Hearts made of stone.
She heard wanderers that were lost
Atone for their sins,
And call for her embrace.
Ash and soot fill their mouths,
As she is born and reborn time and time again,
Rising from their cries, mouths agape,
A phoenix with wings as blue as the sky
Emerges.
Eyes like starlight,
She is the fire, that rumbles within this jungle.
Burning deeper than desire.
Well, come, she beckons softly