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 …