A luminous rose blossoms
in the dark; rising from the
acrid soil of blood and tears.
Glistening in the shadows,
it seizes flesh, ignites the senses,
it clamours for surrender.
A body writhes in artful rapture;
a terrific force, spirits freed from
prisons made of mundane things.
A groundswell of authenticity destroys
convention, rids a mind 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.