THE MENACE OF THE FLOWER

Flower of drowsiness,
lull me but love me not.

How you profuse your perfume,
how overdo your rouge,
flower who kohl your lids
and exhale your soul in the sun!

Flower of drowsiness.

There is one resembles you
in your deceiving blush,
and too because she has
black eyelashes like you.

Flower of drowsiness.

(And I tremble alone to see
your hand in mine,
tremble lest you turn
into a woman one day!)