Monday, May 3, 2021

 









Well, I have recreated her; Rosa now lives again. To resurrect Rose, I include the first stanza of a poem I wrote in my youth describing the passion of her life - Fire. "La Rosa Magica," makes life hot and spellbinding.

 
The Eternal Scorch of a Sun Goddess
Your golden bronze body steams with searing heat as if a burning smoky desire drenched by love’s wave. Standing before me, golden, divine, Cleopatric, you summon my body with an imperceptive nod. Deeply tanned by the burning light of worship, except for your secrets now covered, you command me to kneel as you lift your sparkling dress revealing your true essence, the blaze of a crimson rose. I clasp my hands in prayer, touch them to my forehead, and plead for a taste of your fire.