A Flower of Asia

A Flower of Asia

Once I went a wandering, across the far, far West
100 miles from LA, I finally stopped to rest
As I looked for lodging, an exotic sight my eyes did see
Standing right before me, was a vision so lovely
She had to be from heaven, an angel come to roam
A flower of the orient, growing in very poor loam

No hose had ever watered her roots, her branches were untrimmed
But despite the lack of care, her beauty remained undimmed
What matter of flower is this I asked, for no bloom could I see
Even as I slowly drew near, her origins remained a mystery
What was readily apparent, for a discerning eye to see
With a gentle touch and caring, she would bloom instantly.

I started right after sunset, feeding her hungry roots
Gently cleaned her branches, so as to cause no hurt
With her root ball finally bare, I slowly laded her down
In a bed lovingly prepared, in fertile, nourishing ground
I kissed and caressed her stalks, till they parted on their own
To receive the essence of life, and joy they had never known

All night I tended my flower, watering it now and then
And was rewarded with multiple blooms, seemingly without end.
A river of nectar flowed from her trunk, ambrosia with no name
A fragrance like no other, putting all perfume to shame
Alas I had but one night, I left with dew on the ground
But vowed to return and search, until my rose I found.

One year later I returned, and to my amazement found
A beautiful bush, covered in blooms, with admirers all around
Another night, I did spend, beneath her supple branches
Two nights in heaven, in one lifetime, whatever were the chances
As now I ponder fond memories, I wonder what might have been
If I could have stayed and tended to her, until the very end.

Dear Reader,

Hope you enjoyed this poem. It’s not just meant to be erotic, but is about the “roads untaken”, and their effects on our lives.