Lost wishes from
An imaginary girl

Becomes blood
A bright red reality

In colors
The offspring of passion

New velvet, a fluttered
caress from opportune softness

12 stems
To midnight

She wears pearls
In her awakening

The room is a summer
An intimate season lit, flaming

In candles and shadows and
******* endeavors

When sight and sound tread lightly
Follow her scent

Kept within such fragrance
Reminding her nothing else compares