poetry Verse

Duende

PHOTO CREDIT: Saatchi Art, Flamenco Dancer in Red Dress #2, Painting by Olga Beliaera

A luminous rose blossoms
in the dark; rising from the
acrid soil of blood and tears.

It allures from the shadows,
seizes flesh, ignites the senses,
and clamours for surrender.

A body writhes in artful rapture;
it breaks the spell as spirits rise
against your dreary compromise.

The taste of freedom kisses your lips,
washes convention from your palate,
and fills your cup with lust for beauty.

A dance to the mellifluous hum of death;
duende inspires every step, recasts a life
with fearless passion, empty of all regret.

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