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
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?