Neville

Marcella

Marcella

 

Marcella wore blue stockings yesterday

Presumably to hide the bruise she

Recently invited me to touch or see

Marcella bears a faint though hungry

Private scar

Which only fingertips or lips or tongues

Of curious or serious lovers

Are welcome to explore

Marcella wears a tiny lunar smile

In each perfect lobe of her pierced ears

Marcella wears a timeless sensuality

The way old soldiers wear their polished

Campaign medals

For all the world to see

Marcella does not need reminding

Of her beauty

But occasionally she likes to be

I imagine her wearing a silver raincoat

Or plain white cotton bodice top

More graceful and exciting than

A dolphin or Ferrari could ever claim to be …