the end of that song is death

you have conveniently ignored the gaudy unread danger signs
i have so tactfully placed in the outskirts of your peripheral vision
to protect you, to save you.
do not think i will allow you to be destroyed.
somewhere there is a memory binding me to you
dormant and half-forgotten in the inner recesses of your mind
sleeping with third-grade arithmetic and world capitals.
find it, keep it, unfold it.
do not try to forget me, to be lulled into a false sense of security
as if i were a wanton maiden,
as if my flaws were a cold spell to be endured and overcome.
i am a Siren,
and the cold sweet song pouring forth from my salt-saturated lips
is only the more desirable as you know it will destroy you.
i am only the more despisable because i know i will destroy you,
and i love you.
do not touch these murky waters with your much worshipped feet!
i will tempt you; i will smile at you through my eyes
and devour you a thousand times in my cruel imagination
before the monster in my blood will rip you into pieces,
and with a crooked smile on your face you will accept the consequence
of our sweet, ill fated love.
do not stash away these photographs!
those fraying, yellowed warnings!
it is only your beautiful, lifeless body that will ever touch mine.
your face is eager in the moonlight, your hands gripping the railing
and my teeth flash out a meager final warning
as our throats are filled with the song of the sea,
and your feet dip into the dusky tide.
and you know i will destroy you.
"thus, the lion fell in love with the lamb"