The warmth from her bare arm as she passes,
A sudden catch of her body’s fragrance,
The ghost of a nipple seen through the weave
When she tries on her new dress for me,
Maybe her hand hanging languid from the wrist
While she tells me how she spent her day,
A whisper of lace peeking out from her sleeve.
That appealing delta between her toes
When like today she wears her Mary Janes,
Her arched back when she finger-dries her hair.
Many jewels, shapes and colours reflect
In my kaleidoscope of perceptions,
I see them all in my retrospections.
Free verse with a final rhyming couplet