My Kaleidoscope of Perceptions


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.

Harry Wells

Free verse with a final rhyming couplet



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