Two Lovers Drawn

Like sirens singing softly out at sea,
You call to me,
With unbound ears I hear that siren call,
And then I fall.

Your footfall floating freely in the sand,
And I at hand,
With femininity your beauty draws,
A lover’s cause.

Like wind your summer breeze is in the air,
And I am there,
The sweet perfume on this romantic night,
A pure delight.

Now with my loving arms forever hold,
And you enfold,
And every day and night ‘til breath is gone,
Two lovers drawn.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 14, 2011