Calamity

In my assets 
you blaze. 
A past of you in my 
future torments the wait. 

Lynx-eyed you- 
nip the dark.Moon will rise 
after awhile. 

My kin, 
God's untouchables, 
were born with hoods. 

I am the snow 
you melt in nude.The 
natural thing, suicidal. 

Now the shadows 
lengthen.Solar eclipse 
was very near. 

I am going to drag out 
the eternal truth.

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The first ia first......absolute starting of the poem....and perfect matte finish...not too glossy to reflect nor too smooth to slip....as each line captures the eyes!!
Great read😊