Sighs

Wine white ceases to split up blues;
Bronze templated sunshine queues,
Like your big burning ember eyes.
That nectar overdosed bee flies,
Sensing an incoming autumn hush.
I sigh, wrapped in adrenaline rush!

The careless tender air blows past,
Clumsily ruffling my hair with dust.
Your inconsistent gulmohar gaze
Would melt a million summer haze,
Yet tends to rejuvenate my dead lush.
I sigh, frisking this fruitless crush!

A magpie steals my last iceberg of glee;
Leaving grapevines to relate to me,
A sandcastle prey to your trim tides.
Brazenly curious spring slyly slides-
Behind my ransacked frenzy flush.
I sigh, breathing in your meek blush!

I can hear a bad forlorn winter roar,
Like malfunctioning coolers snore.
Yet squirrels perform somersault
And urge made-up sorrows to halt,
So our shoulders stand a chance to brush.
I sigh, letting forborne musings gush!