Lost

Sweat softened skin sheathed in silk
Speaks so sweetly
From behind a lace fan
The guitars become frenzied
The dancers grow restless
Against the rhythm of the tide
Dangerously hypnotic
It reels them in
Quarry for the sirens
Feasting below murky depths
Upon chaste souls
And purer minds
Come dawn the dunes are deserted
Save for a single wilted gardenia
A token of love's retreat