Flower of the Night

Flower of the night, sleepless on a river bank, You didn’t flee from my heedful kiss - like a bumblebee, your nectar I drank, On your dark petals, jolts of inner bliss… Away, the water course carried my vessel, I took you with me within sinuous galleries, listening faraway the archangel warning yell: “Do not awake with a gift from the faeries” Defiantly, I caressed her on my left face, drops of crimson blood colored my sight “I shall never attend to another Grace, my core belongs to the Flower of Night.” I am awake and with me she remains, the blossom I took from a dark Heaven, her petals marked by dry blood stains: “Then what”, my heart pounders uneven.