Acquiesce ,My First Sonnet

awake I graze the naked mind undone, my contemplations shuffle off to her and no halfhearted muse, no not a one eclipses her insoluble liqueur, nor any stirring of the thoughts distill the past forgotten heartaches and remorse; and years will shed their years and on until the perfume dissipates and then of course her eyes will lose something, eventually, her features, now, less vivid than before, but now the night has other plans for me, and she will be my black hole paramour, in time, I’ll think not on her fading face, tonight, just let me think one last embrace.