The trappings of the sea

Fooled you twice. Siren song
Lures you back to my soft tongue.
But past my lips are shiny teeth.
Pressure. Cold. And dark beneath.

Last month, and then last week, I roared
I swallowed everyone aboard.
Are those pearls that were their eyes?
Or just a breeding ground for flies?

You think you're safe, cavorting nude
I think you're safe as packaged food.
I'll drop the lipstick, rest my finger
On your prow. That'll sink her.