under the surface, the hair like weeds

spread in the water with threads of gossamer and grass

luring in

calling

swallowing

under the surface, eyes like black stars

reflecting the otherworlds in their gloom

the under realms with their obsidian souls

spreading

caressing

tempting

under the surface, a death of thousand kisses

melting inside your mouth with liquid flesh

a song of pain and dawn and falling leaves

loving

seething

bewitching