The Fading Fragrance of a Poisoned Dream

 
Celestial glories light the face
The ancient gods have smiled upon.
Ancestral spirits bless a reborn vision
Of the House of Han.
 
A young sorceress, of old Cathay,
Culls virtue from carnal sin.
Redemption’s gained (at prohibitive price)
By the touch of her satin skin.
 
Gifted's the word you're searching for.
Go in and caress the proof,
Stretched naked, across a silk futon,
Adamantly aloof—
 
In a world never warmed by sunlight,
Or softened by the rain,
How fortunate that all concerned
Are impervious to pain.