Photo by Carlos Oratto
Pacific wind that holds me sweetly
I would die if not to sleep
Gentle arms which fold to meet me
Flow to reach this deep instilled
Held in more than pure so fully
Please release me from my life
As it was before I meet the lips
That drew this sweet caress
Warmly set/ my body tightens
To inhale the scent I need
Closer too/ I beg my senses
Not to lose your gift to them
Every strand of life I hold
Will lift to keep me in this dream
Just to touch the very breath you breathe
Contents my soul to peace