[Un]moving Pictures
(A reply to Static by Jenifer Bischak)

From high on the mountain by the sea,
I saw her at water's edge,
like one of Homer's Sirens,
she stood, enticing, perfect, calling
me with gentle song on gentle breeze.

I cannot approach, cannot be near,
desire pulls me forward, but
I retract, for fear of
casting impurity into the scene,
a shade of black into the vivid
reds and blues.

Thus I stay, far away,
taking her into my eyes and ears,
and into my heart,
but ashamedly, not into my arms.