Eclipse

He wears flowers around his wrist
And flowing locks that are in a twist
With my attention in his grip
And rosy cheeks now in his mist

He has a touch of thunder in his fist
For what he touches turns out kissed
And it’s only love flowing from his lip
And every smile is an eclipse

© Delia Ross. 2019

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