I am loving,
a wonderfully **** you,
intense in a sudden sense
where shades are drawn,
against a coming eclipse,
Sharply showing at noon.

The light streams thin,
Hungry for your face,
In a hurry to trace,
Its soft outline upon you,
A revelation in its image,
An unveiling anew.

I find too much ecstasy,
In the curve of your sun,
Too much left untasted,
Sudden salt on my tongue,
Eyes dim unable to focus,
Shadows dance, elated,

I am much too narrow,
In the coming darkness,
Breath drawn in, a scent of you,
Skin merged, as umbra’s do
My being sensed, soon it knew
I had then just willingly
Been eclipsed by you.