Camellia by Night
Gathering dark is her intangible garment
Vaporous shadows conceal her beauty.
Alone, unmoving she patiently waits
Her lovely form a silhouette
Against the deepening blue and hint of gold
The glow of late evening sky.
Around her head a sprinkle of stars
A halo of sparkling silver.
She trembles with anticipation
As she hears his gentle whisper.
No longer is she alone.
His song of love thrills her
She begins her ritual dance.
Slow, sensuous movements
Swaying to the rhythm of his music
She whispers a song of her own.
Seductive words of love and pleasure
Arousing her lover to be bold.
Tempo changes from tender love
Restless passion begins to climb.
Her whispered song becomes a plea.
She abandons herself to his will
Her euphoric cries urge him on
His song becomes a howl.
Inhibitions shamelessly cast aside
The frenzied dance arrives at its peak
Their thrashing uncontrolled.
Suddenly they are calm once more
Wind whispers his gentle song.
Her bouquet scattered around her feet
Forgotten in her impetuosity.
He whispers her name,
Camellia, Camellia, Oh Camellia.
©2000 Johnny Gregory