Where do the sirens meet?
At the turning into evening
They meet in the eardrum of a grandfather clock
They meet in the glint of sunlit underground vistas
They meet in dry patches under the sea
The sirens meet in the inner ear of Odysseus
In the library of Alexandra – or of Babylon on public holidays
They meet where the dream of midnight kisses the sun
At the confluence of the lost rivers of London
They meet in the ocean’s hot springs
They meet hand in hand garlanded in petals and tears
In the bride’s train
Where the three hemispheres meet
They meet on the giant chessboard
At the hour of the wolf
In the rose made of seashells
They meet through the mirrors
When the stars are right
In the place of whispers
In equality
They meet in waking dreams
They meet in the clocks without time
Under my lover’s curse
They meet in the smiles of lovers
In the ghost stations of the underground
Coffins brimming with yeast
They meet in the shadows of living ghosts
In echoes
In hopes
They meet in the miracle of becoming
They meet in the hazy daydreams of tomorrow
In the folds of time
They meet in period novels
They meet without limits
Under the moons of forgotten worlds
They meet in black and white
After the ball is over
They meet in the womb of the mountain
They meet on giant clams to play with phantom limbs
They meet inside her silver castle
In the mouth of madness
They meet on the dissecting table
At the Tannhäuser Gate
Where my first childhood grew glass antlers
They meet in the androgynous islands
Down a dirt track road
In the swollen ant hills of Arabia
They meet on Pangaea
Within the old house filled with swallows and love letters
They meet on purpose
They meet on the tail of an upset cat
They meet beyond the border
In a feline landscape composed from the glassy stares of the first sirens
They meet in each other’s gaze
In Plato’s prism
In haunted houses
In a message, glimpsed in a mirror, from a borrowed dream
They meet in de Sade’s chateau
In my silent laughter
They meet on the screens of abandoned movie theatres
They meet without prejudice
At the lighthouse
On someone else’s sacred ground
La Sirena 