My Purple Hibiscus

She arrived the year I thought I broke free From the seductive hold of art and all art-meets I shunned the temptation But she broke into my tube Televising purpose and purple hibiscus Her first fine flower of an early budding In an enchanting voice and visage... And something in me sought to pluck At the comind of Half of a yellow sun I trod from La Campaign Tropicana to Jazzhole To keep a date with a daydream; Sniffing into all the farflung path of her purple Hibiscus And there she was,the lady in my tube I gazed longingly upon a stately sight with a well- Laid out body structure That mates so well with her sentence structure There she was,the ancient child in a haste to change.