Blessed Be The Act Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Every delicate spark
Of your fingers stroking my hair
Lulls us into the dark
Whereby our hearts alight aware

Of the fire we set
Always flaming out of control
Gushing with a cold sweat
For which true passion only knows

When our hands close their clasp
Thrusting each other to a height
Who dares silence the gasp
Loving with all our might

There are no words to speak
To our motionless aftermath
Desires reached their peak
Drenched emotions fresh from a bath.