The cerulean mist fabricated within the sallow nests of the Caucasian skies,

Speckled with stardust candescent like snowdrops swathed in ivory.

The napalm Elysium flamed like a pigeon’s crown that night,

Bleeding pearls in the evanescing empyrean, strewn with delphiniums.

Embellished with thousand fragmented embers of diamonds and jacinth,

Trellised upon the aluminiferous verdalite blades of lemongrass of dewdrop.

Your Cimmerian eyes aureole my cinnamon skin tarnished with tears,

Demilune moon, the silversmith of thy wings burnished with platinum.

Fireflies slumber Neath the winding woodlands of morrow twilight,

An idyllic estuary with a lambency of midsummer heirlooms.

Slivers of simmered crystal brim cascading down your embrace,

As languished tears thither down my rubicund cheeks of ambrosity.

Your silken fingers pulsate my besmirched skin with blazes of salmon,

Under the pageantry...