Light, in all its varied forms, creates sheen—
Sometimes welcome, as when it seduces
A diner’s eye as she contemplates, keen
To taste, the surface of her chocolate mousse.
Sometimes it irritates, when bright headlights
Flash across the dim, cataracted eyes
Of ancient drivers, make things much too white
And threaten to induce a quick demise.
Today, down at the paddle tennis courts,
A young woman wore a skillful outfit
So provocative, each man’s eye was caught
By sheen reflected off her ample tits.
The afternoon sun painted those pristine,
Oval breasts with a sheen I’d never seen.
(4/4/13)