1.8.20

Wild

You are someone I wish to protect.

But not when I hear you sing.
Your voice when you're humming is Sirene's.
It turns Odysseus into something else.
It veers me into a beast.

You put me at ease when I hear you talking.

But not when you speak softly.
Your tender voice is a heart defacer.
Like a hunter when it sees its prey,
it makes me want to have you.

I forget for a while how I wish to keep you safe.