camellia

When darkness
and futility creep in
her efflorescence
pushes back,
a provocative allure
of tendril arms
reaching from
her pristine blush,
drawing towards
the mysterious beyond;
"come hither",
the siren sings.  She yawns,
expelling fragrant
breath so persuasively
that death shudders
in her presence.

Liz McFadzean