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.
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