sensitive, yet sensible,
upon his face, in a lowly place, a-blinded
and here, there, and everywhere
so special this prize!
these images lightening,
he slipped inside his shell,
too brisk these rushing winds
of change,
he’d tripped! and nearly fell
by the glow
of sunset streaks, those
heavenly leaks
gleaming to and fro
it seemed the shimmer soaked
a corona around her, his legs seem to flounder,
her features the radiance cloaked.
this man of the night
retreated in fright,
scared by the beauty he sought,
no longer his eyes
could stand in the glow (so he thought).
could be quite frightening,
if this drama continued to build,
but passion’s a-heightening,
and weak limbs a-mightening,
could rise to her challenge, he willed.