Fisherman and The Siren (vortex of desire)
this fisherman fully clothed and hatted
finds himself no longer in need of oars
a siren nude lying head turned back against him
and reaching for his shoulders and flailing arms
they are caught by Knut Ekwall’s brush
in this blink of painting and vortex of desire
the siren’s red hair mixing into the spinning water
swallowing the boat as she, the fisherman’s heart
we have only his face and her white body
to speculate about art and myth and desire
but we know what this sounds like and how it feels
to let go and spin away into the heart and flesh
i, no fisherman and you, no siren but all the same
we know what this sounds like and how it feels
this abandonment of being drawn into the depths
and facing the inevitable slide of you and me
breathing the water of us
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