Exile on Hiatus

Perched atop our honeycomb hives
In quiescence and tranquility as we lay a vigil to the skies
Ingurgitated by hues of tangerine & lavender
And within these respite, in the brusque viscera of self reflection
Could i naught seek the words to epitomize this magnitude of chaste and absolute perfection
Opposed only by your inveigling propinquity