Marieposa

Listen to the whisper of the blossoms
In velvety balm delights
Let the dreamed leather hands
Of the birch spirits
Melt decades away

At the edge of darkness
Cocoa powder awakens
The breath of night flowers
Transforms blossoms into leathery skin
Where clove embers smolder

Like a armor of sunbeams
The backbone of classic iris elegance
Brings your floral smile
Light, air, and confidence

Tingling neroli scent
Where your skin ends
And mine begins
The sweet moss at our feet
In the pulse of roots

Follow the benzoin scent
Before the senses fade
In the bubbling mud
Behind the barn
To Master Bockert's chocolate factory