Sirena

I've harvested the raindrops,
Sirens's tears are now safe in -
My glass heart,
The locked jar of Neptune's solitary shell.
I've broke down their dry fins,
And their anemone weapons into -
Pots of marigold, and opium.
If the sea started to call his sirens again,
Drench me in my made up memories, and his jacket,
And drown me in the pit of Bermuda