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 ….