Neville

Freckles

Freckles

 

The fine gold necklace

She always wore on

Those foreign holidays

 

Never failed to catch

The sun

And seemed, it seemed

 

To throw back a smile

At almost everyone

With each shallow rise

 

And subsequent fall

Of those ever so lightly

Freckled breasts, of hers

 

Those she did keep hidden

By the way,  

Neath flimsy cotton camisole

 

Though more recently

Sun kissed and even now,

Still fervently blushing ….