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.
The body writhes in artful rapture;
a terrific force erupts as spirits rise
against a self-imposed confinement.
A groundswell of authenticity liberates a
soul of staid convention; the daily tedium
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.