Nadera
A beautifully flawed creature.
Painted in colors of the deepest, blackest night.
She’s walking again.
Her road, long and without end.
Corners to turn, hills to climb.
She moves like a shadow, sweet and sublime.
Shining a light through, the eyes of a tormented soul.
Her scent poisonous to men of many.
They hunt her, but she has laid the trap.
A timid smile, a fluttering eyelash.
She’s tempting them with honey, kissing them with poison.
Her flower boisterously in bloom.
Opening when the temperature is high.
A gentle touch, a sweet word or sound.
Prey within grasp, dancing ensues.
Polluted pollen everywhere.
His seeds are sewn, and quickly cast away.
Nadera shall bloom another day.
She walks…
KKF
