Siren’s lullaby

They say that grass is green
and lips are red,
and that their colours fade
when they are dead.
That every tear you shed
is made of salt and water.
And they say no other
truth is true. Believe me,
nothing's ever as it seems,
this world is just a twisted dream.
Forget all things you've ever read.
Colours do not fade when they are dead.
Forget all things you've ever known.
Look at me: a star that glows,
belladonna in my eyes,
a sparkling jewel in the night
– as I wait to hold you tight.
Think of all my kisses blue,
purple blossoms all over you,
fields of poppies, roses pink
beneath the clouds, drenched in ink,
with which I'm writing on my skin
tongueshaped poems, drops on my chin,
past my neck, my heart, my breasts.
Look at me, for you I'm dressed
in bloodred smiles and coalblack hairs,
look at me if still you're there. 
(Look at me if you still dare.)
Come to me as once you did,
give me once again your lips.
Take away my pearls, my tears
before they tear apart my heart.
I remember your first glance
when I took away my hands
to let you see me. And you did.
The blush was burning like a rose.
Come to me, I shall be yours
– Climb the highest tree,
stretch your arms and reach for me.
I'll carry you into the sky
and there I shall become your bride
(only this one and fatal night).

But if you choose not to come, I'll die each time you don't
and every single time I die I'll lose a memory of you
and every single memory I lose will take another breath away from you .

Peter Verhelst