Twilight Dreams Poem by Anita Atina

She stood in the twilight,
Wind-caressed hair,
Sprinkled with sea-salt,
She saw him, so close
And yet, afar he was.

The sea breeze danced her whispered song,
Love me again with your eyes,
Savour my passion with your hands,
Let our moans mingle and throb,
Reaching out, to release.

Lets dissolve into another reality,
More intimate and present than now,
Naked of pretence,
Coloured with flourishing strokes,
Of passion, responding instinctively and truly.

Come to me soon, my love
To warmly embrace, as we strip away masks
Finding each other, come to me soon
Let me whisper,
Sweet desire to you.