Aura Bogado

You would have guessed me grown in a hothouse
Chosen and plucked by your fair hand
An exotic decoration to wear in your hair
But I am not that.

You like me, this colorful bloom, this token
This rare ornament
captured and placed on your mantel
But I am not that.

You think you can hold me,
Squeeze out the extract
And save the essence to wear on your wrists
And rub me in your veins
Before you go out at night

But you cannot do that.

Pluck the flower
Tear the petals out
One by
One by
One
And still, you will not find me.
And still, you will not define me.