Flower / Pure Paradox
Chaste chamber of stamens
Lustful hollow of circling thunder
Erupting yet devoid of all comings
Tongues of flame, cups of peace and glow
)Grand glorious guises (somtimes hale and manifest
Mate of nightly darkness, cohort of daily affairs
Nestled in a blizzard; lustful and bare beneath burning rays
Oh Flower! Oh pure paradox!
At once you rise, at once you fall.