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;
a terrific force – spirits rising,
crush the walls of daily prisons.
A groundswell of authenticity rids a
mind of all conventions; of afflictions
dulling its lust for beauty in all creation.
A dance to the mellifluous hum of death;
duende inspires every step, recasts a life
with fearless passion, empty of all regret.