aurora,
a sad solitude,
a great escape.
dulcet,
lithe movements,
through dandelions.
ephemeral,
hushed kisses.
they ran up hills,
through briny water.
below bridges and
above arches.
danced to the lilt
of recherché tunes.
vermillion, the colors
they planted.
the blush stained
their lips.
they took sips.
and when the
dalliance of
a cerise drunk
drifted, so did he,
his muse, his mural,
above all, his swain.