On the greyest of my days, silt and salt settle on my thoughts. I savor the saline tang of time and pain intertwined. Lessons learned in the twilight of laughter buried in lead. Tidal kisses wash over my skin, provoking the Siren within. I beckon with provocative dread, prayers framed in erotic tirade. Come closer, ignoring the tempest and falling prey to the tortured charade. Together we will gasp for our last breath, reunited and consummated, on the brightest of my days.