ODD DESIRE.A Poem by Terry CollettTwo boys at school and their antics in class.
Miss Graham put on
the record player a black LP of some Beethoven stuff and you and Reynard sat at the back of the class writing down other kids’ names backward or guessing which girl had the biggest tits or had had their first kiss and with whom and Miss Snoot down at the front thin and gaunt sat with her head laying on her folded arms taking in the music her right finger conducting an invisible orchestra her dark hair brought tight in a bunch by a ribbon of green and Reynard said who'd kiss her lips or cheek? she's a titless wonder he added you wondered how the music had taken her to some other place how her finger moved how her closed eyes might one day open on an unexpected husband who would kiss and do whatever but Reynard had undressed her in his mind describing each and every article of clothing he'd removed and the music had darkened and grown heavier and Miss Graham scanned you all through thin framed spectacles her eyes focusing on Reynard then you then away again and Miss Snoot whose finger had retired just lay there seemingly asleep like one too tired whose thin frame like one half starved lay slightly in motion to the music's drug and despite Reynard's rude words beside in your ear stirred in you the odd desire upon her cheek and frame to kiss and hug. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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