O MYSTIC

O mystic daughter
of roses and incense,
what do i understand
of the meaning of your
kisses when your
lilac breath intoxicates
as if i were a
llama succumbing to thirst
in the desert of dreams.
0 intangible madness,
what are you but the
delicate fireworks that
ignite the skies blacker
than funerals. You lovelier
than hope and more
appetising than a fruit,
caress me gently for
my dreams are young.