TOUCH OF NOCTURNAL VELVET

A cascade, shimmering, of rivulets that undulate, Metaphor thalassic, richly blending at the pate. Each silhouette of vitality, speaking with gentle weight, On shoulders resting, an adornment, delicate. Where inky depths meet sun-kissed golden thread, Fair skin and russet lips, a harmony well-bred. On sloping lids, where emerald hues are spread, Completing thus, a visage subtly, richly said. Every filament, a void of deepest night, Pupils widen, mirroring its stark, endless plight. Heartstrings tugged by fur of shadowed fall, Where a blue throb pulses, binding all.