He watched her from his basement window
As she crossed the street.
She was even more beautiful
Than any flower he'd laid eyes on,
And, working for a florist,
He was around a lot of flowers.
Leopard print stilettos clicked on the pavement.
His blue eyes widened as he followed the trail of her
Fishnet stockings' back seam.
A black wiggle dress left nothing to the imagination.
Her white sweater was fluffy
It was like someone had taken
A million teddy bears and sewn them together
Into a cardigan fit for an angel,
For that's what she was.
Blonde bob hair teased into a perfect bouffant,
Curled in toward her chin
Thin arms with bangles that dangled
On her wrists
As delicate hands with ladylike fingers,
Nails as red as the lipstick she wore that day,
Clutched a purse over her head,
To protect her from the rain.
And just as soon as she'd come,
She'd gone.
She went inside her apartment,
Closing the curtains.
His angel was gone.
The girl he'd dreamed of
Would not return
The morning came,
Or whenever it was she
Finally showed up at work.