Siren Soul

I perceive I have a siren soul,
half the stuff of dreams, half surging blood,
skin and scales fused. I sing for love
when he comes to me, his eyes are wet,
his mouth is full of water.
As our fingers touch, he sinks.
I could transform myself, hide
in flesh, undivided, mute.
But to be human I must lose
my strange fluid beauty, my seductive call.
If not to sing, if not to love and lose,
why was I given a siren soul?