Alliterations

But of course, I say as you suavely saunter through

the sunset slope of the sky. And I hear languid lyrics

of sensuous sorrow color your silent good-by. Blue.

Time is an alluring artist yet raw and ruthless in its rendering.

The exterior of mouthed, minute moments is nothing now

but a sallow silhouette surrendering its virile vaunts to my futile follies.

Still, I find myself peering passionately,
piteously within them so I will not forget

the lambent, lilting laughter of your cerulean swoon;

the dazzling depths of your azure afternoon after tangerine,

twilight tresses etch your eternal echo into the eager embrace

of burnished breezes caressing the deepening darkness  

obliterating your fancied, flawless face

J~

The Sunday Whirl #74

From the thirteen words, choose one word to use as a part of your title. That word becomes your “theme” for your wordle.
Using the “other” twelve words, craft your wordle poem.

Walt, my attempt at alliteration and internal rhyme is for you:) Thank-you for your 'coaching'...and I hope you can read it without cringing.