The Rose on the Cross

by Shola Balogun


Undiluted lustre,
rare fragrance
on transcendental
treasure,

In your outstretched
arms
I see the wall
within me
crumble.

The Veils
of the temple
within me
parted
at the unfolding
of your etheric
craft.

If only I could
drink
from the chalice
of your petals.

It is enough,
O Blossoming flower!


Copyright © 2016 by Shola Balogun

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