The Siren's Villanelle

October 2007 by Mark Hoffmann

She murmurs mesmerising promises of lust,
sweet siren charms of harmonies and guile.
His whit and will disintegrate to worthless dust.

She gently jiggles on his leash of sightless trust
and giggles as the puppet jumps to heel.
She murmurs mesmerising prophesies of lust.

The temptress spins her spiel and offers moist
and eager lips, like pomegranates cut and thrust.
His whit and will disintegrate to worthless dust.

He trundles south the journey troubled and unjust,
trails tantalizing glimpses of her lovely strophes.
She whispers mesmerising promises of lust

that urge him on until he thinks he may combust!
She offers all, or almost all, his horny palm could ask;
and thus his whit and will degenerate to dust.

He sacrifices hard earned bounties for her sake.
Never for one second thinking she was fake.
And as she murmurs mesmerising promises of lust,
his whit and will disintegrate to worthless dust.