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 and private scar that only those
fingertips or lips and tongues
of curious, or serious lovers are welcome
to trace and eventually explore ..
Marcella wears a tiny lunar smile in each
perfect lobe of her pierced ears ..
Marcella wears that timeless sensuality
the way old soldiers wear their
polished campaign medals for the world
to see, to envy and of course admire ..
Marcella does not need reminding of her
beauty, but then, occasionally,
she likes to be pointed in that direction ..
I imagine her wearing a fine
silver raincoat or plain white cotton bodice
top more graceful and exciting
than a dolphin or Ferrari could ever claim to be …
Beautiful work, my friend. Powerful writing.
That’ll do nicely thanks a ton my friend .. Neville
This sounded like a daydream that you wish came true.
It is true Fia although recalled here from way back, indeed, near lost to time, but saved in this little scribble & hopefully for always .. Thanks for calling .. always appreciated .. Neville
“Marcella does not need reminding of her beauty, but then, occasionally, she likes to be pointed in that direction”. You have such a way of paraphrasing a line, that makes it speak for itself. I am such an admirer of your work, but then, I think you already know that!
My “Icarus” will soon be “falling”. Can’t wait to get your reaction! Oh, btw, I really like your avatar! So distinguished and handsome!
You my very dearest of Kelly’s are way too generous & kind my friend but believe me, you are also very seriously appreciated .. Thank you so bloomin much .. Oh’ n for what it’s worth, this old fella reckons you aint half bad yourself Ma’am .. 😎🍷🍷👍
Beautifully penned, Neville. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
My word, how very kind Damian, thank you most kindly sir .. Neville 😎👍