Here's one by the British poet Peter Dale, from his sonnet sequence "One Another":
Shadow
Shadow of a leaf on a butterfly's wing,
solid as a beetle's wing-case, fine veneer.
I wait to hear it click down like a spring
the instant that the tortoise-shell flits clear.
I'm learning to be patient, love. You freeze.
My hold is less than light on you, that sheer
absorption, as you tense for flight or breeze.
Glacially, you edge forward now. I know
enough of you to see you mean to ease
your shadow over the wing and hold it so.
That daft stray lock of yours will almost reach.
You cannot make it stay. It's touch and go.
The shadow leaf snaps down in me like a screech.
I catch you off balance and without speech.
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