Flower Garden

I saw her,
early morning
tending to the small plot,
a revealing negligee
clinging to her
lissome shape.

Inhaling the view,
each drag of the cigarette
travelling deeper into me,
as I entertain a notion
of getting deeper into her.

I sense she is aware
of my presence
on the back patio,
the little ritual
to kick start my day.

Always in a hunched position,
tugging out the sprout
of a potential weed,
her ample bottom
directed my way.

I was sad to see the For Sale sign
propped up on the front lawn.
her absence will be a sorrowful
alteration to these morning visions.