Cupping my hands around her face
Drawing moist lips for a kiss
Moments of rapture fade into place
Almighty heavenly bliss
Swallow us whole into a calm
Blend us within the sunrise
Permeate the morn with a balm
Essence of love gratify.
Pasquale DiMeola
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-elixer-of-o/
