Siren Sister

The sun coaxed color into your ever-pale face,

sprinkling darker spots along the bridge of your nose,

that only brought your observer closer,

in an effort to see if you were real.

Your eyes,

always light, drew refection from your skin,

until their green matched the hue of the surf

as it rushed in between our feet on white sand.

The wind blew.

And your hair danced;

long, blonde diaphaneity.

Part Siren,

part Mermaid,

my Sister,

on the beach.

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