Never A Name

She wounds you as a rose will wound you - not with her thorns. Her beauty shimmers with the light of a new star. But she is the other. Touch her, and you will know death. Welcome twilight, welcome blackness, welcome inky night, only in darkness, can I see your soul. Confine that which you fear to the mirror. Start with who is standing there. Then smile. But blink and its gone, a moment, a breath, a dance of mayflies, just enough for a lifetime.