OPIKABU

Lose yourself slowly

in the velvety gaze, the seduction

of a fragile rose.

the scent of passionate longing

captivates the heart

with an obstinate urge of the savagery

of a night's loving.

Your heart,

now silently impaled by the liquid fragrance

of a shadowy thorn.

There is no escaping its fatal embrace.

Yours is the crimson petal,

the blood on the thorn.