Resisting sirens calls
We broke from the grey grasp of British skies,
To which I was constrained before you,
And plunder from the heavens as though lured by sirens
To freely swim,hand in hand
Distant waves that dance and beckon us
A few seconds later crash against rocks like helpelss sailors
As we move purposefully against them,
Silent, subdued, yet connected.
In a display of dramatic unison we dive,
Submerging ourselves into the world
Of seclusion and privacy, deprived from the eyes of eager viewers
As if pulled by bewitching hands.
Yet not. By distance swam, we part
From such sailor's songs,
And siren's calls,
In a world that belongs to us alone.
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This poem is about the time my boyfriend and I swam in the waters of Tenerife. On a deeper level, this first day of our first holiday together signified our definite relationship status and exclusivity.