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 smacks your lips,
clears 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.