She holds camellias in her palms,
a couple of decorations
to counter her porcelain embalm.
She sits, cherub-like, in the bookshelves arms
lifting a fey camellia-wielding-palm.
Her pallid color is a lazy charm.
She has all the power
Clichéd, Caucasian geisha
from the thrift shop farm,
she holds my backyard in her palm.
She holds my coral camellia in her palm.