Anita Atina

Shadows Of Desire, Mirrors Of The Soul - Poem by Anita Atina

Oh were I the breath that you take and lived in your heart, said he

Oh were you the blood that’s pounding passion in me, said she

Where I your hands that caress gloriously, he said with a sigh

Were you my lips that seek you hungrily, she said with a shy smile

Were I your fantasy, that makes you crave me, said he with rising passion

And were you the responding cry that receives me in delight, said she quietly

If this is the way it was meant to be, then who am I and who art thee

Shadows of desire, accepting each other, as we are

Mirrors of the soul, separate vessels

And one, in communion

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 24, 2008

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