This magic potion this instrument of transformation could only be made by the crushing of armful of roses roses with thorny stems that yield lavish blossoms lush petals outrageous puffed up fantasies trembling with the sweat of impatience and desire roses red with blood a piercing note that leaves the flavour of fire on lips that suck the finger pricked up by a thorn a bleeding rose a candy rose a rose that tastes of fresh milk a talcum powdered babys bottom a wealth of sugared