Eclipse

We kiss under the roof of nimbus clouds,
Trying to tame a fire so long due.
Tempering the burning of wood,
Invoking rain and snow flakes
To cover the ember-red skin,
And rush a spring on two
Eclipsing lips.

Though rain starts to pour
On the passionate phenomenon,
No amount of snow,
coolness of rain, can stop
Ember so burning tattooed
On lovers’ skin to sleep.

Eclipse of total panoramic two moons,
One night of eclipsing passion.