Camellia II

He strolled down from the office                                 
On a day of mixed emotions                                          

Walking under raindrops                                                
He made a dash for undercover                                               

He saw a bookshop open                                                           
It was busy with perusers                                               

So he walked in to observe                                            
What the fuss was all about                                           

There was a review taking place                                   
And the writer there was reading                                

With somewhat of a fanfare                                          
From their recent publication                                       

He glanced around the room                                        
It was filled with perfect strangers                               

He glanced around again                                                
And one girl caught his eye                                            

She was wearing leopard spotty happy shoes          
And black skin-tight yoga pants                                                

And a silky beige shirt                                                      
Hanging out over her hips                                              

Her hair was black and drooping                                 
Resting halfway down her back                                    

The nape of her slender neck                                        
As supple as a baby                                                          

When she walked her shirt slipped open                   
It was taut around her body                                                                              

Lifting higher to reveal                                                    
Her belly’s diamond stud                                                

He felt his body changing                                               
As he watched her from a distance                             

He was struggling - short of breath                             
Yet so aware his life was moving                               
Welcomed to a world beyond his own                                   

She’d awakened sleeping spirits                                   
Like a teaser from a movie                                                                                 

He had found his camellia                                              
Blooming sweetly in the Spring