Night When Ruffles

yet the night ruffles in its shadow when so cool being swooning the green in lap of the spring or of summer, chilled winter or all together by the autumn still the blue when blows by the passion yet honored in the gleams of love whisper when cajoles the moon and star to behold the lily in its glow by the arm the arm of embrace when chained all flairs and glares when blossom by the ripples couching upon the glimpse of musk as when stashed in the furrows bestirred of its colors when untouched inward even by the glance of meteors unnoticed the palette of hope when raining high by the souls in unison when heavenward speckle of silence reveres the blue when twitches the lips evilly in undertones in the dark by the imagery of paints when suffused by the tipsy nightcap when gleamed from a distance yet apart the solitude of midnight’s spring when walking in its wider strips of tunes still swarf of shadow when curtained by the screen of lustful light by the eyes heart still robes the veil of desire by the spume even when bathed by the raining spree of spring. sun in its scotching furore flounces the earth thrashing it bitterly rueful like hot bitumen over the pan of fire smouldering the shadow melting all blues into fumes moving upward when stressed by the reeks irresistible! the colossal mountain of endurance yet flexible by the stress of taste.in unison