Same Place...Same Time Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Always in the highest esteem
My heart was given free
Invited to her private dream
Was where I had to be

We shuttered all the windows tight
And swiftly locked the doors
Then she became my sole sunlight
We fired up the floor

Like animals with love as fierce
That nature could provide
Sir Lancelot with sword to pierce
Lit up the house inside

The reverie ran rapture fast
Lush screams of raw delight
The melted hours would not last
Subsisting through the night

A curtsy to my open bow
Her glowing face demure
Two lovers resting to allow
The dreaming to recur.