Middlemist Kiss

It was the art that caught my eye

middlemist rose, I vow before you

petals escape inwards and out,

when she's not aware

an aroma falling

evaded by Japan's empress instinct

of gentle petals flying

named by the touch of their prayer, calling us

the aroma floats

upon the flower of my vein, your breath is to blossom

flow to the sacrificial waters

refuge to thy lord

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To sacrifice.

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