Practically Perfect

Her hem line was just right

At the bend of her knee

Her stockings wore the curving

Shape of high heeled calf underneath

Hair the color of autumn wheat

Shimmered and waved in the breeze

While sparkled her wedding ring

And other jewels of filigree

Island red bright lipstick

Graced lips that smiled true

And her bedroom eyes twinkled

With the sunny depth of sea green blue

She was his dream girl on paper

On film she performed flawlessly

In his imagination she was perfection

In his heart and home and bed she was me.

Kathy Adams