Indulgence

This day a tint of red is mixed in the hue of blue.
This epoch is the time to feel the difference between the hues.
Erotic green is drifting in the bluish aura.

Capricious to an occult dusk transfiguring into salacious darkness.

The welkin aloof,
Caprice a tapestry woven with the nuance of
Royal blue, bottle green and bloody red.

Urging to reminisce the days of yore.
When thine eyes so pure,
A sea of wine.
Exhort the dormant "moi".
'Twas a jucture,
Green symbolized care,
Blue in the air.
Sturdy black shared,
And red peered.

Thou and I craved eye for an eye.
Rose' deluged from eye of thy
Obeisance poured from my.

Eyes were affixed
On the clocks tick.
Incite ambivalance of anxcity and overawe
To sight thou there.

Thy solemn eyes abut mine.
My eyes, reline and decline.
Earing the words so sublime
Utterance from thine eyes' womb.

The genial and torrent sight of thy,
Still lingers in the blue sky.
Bide in the green tress.
Makes me indulged in the red sun,
And pall me in the black night.

My eyes still recline, still decline.