Tell Me About Mimi

They call me Mimi,

But I do not know why...

The first kiss of April

Meets my skin first,

The first rays of the spring sun

Are mine.

And it is I who call the

New season's flowers to Earth,

For I am the seamstress! I make them last.

I make them real.

Their silken petals are aflame with colour.

They will glow come April's sun.

Alas, it is winter now.

But one flower blooms above the dead:

The red of the rose blooms in my cheeks

As this man takes my hands:

"So cold..." he says, "Let me warm them with mine."

How my heart sings with lust.

Will this grow, like the flowers, to love?