MILKA'S MOODS.

A GIRL AND HER BOYFRIEND ONE SATURDAY IN 1964 AND HER MOODS.

The trouble I had
getting out
this morning
Milka said

as she met you
by the bridge
her bicycle
resting

against the hedge
her hair unkempt  
her eyes ablaze  
the jeans

and bright red top
hands on hips
cigarette hanging
from her lower lip

she(her mother)
giving me
the 3rd degree
where was I going

and why?
and O
I could have
pulled my hair out

and stuffed it
here she paused
and breathed in deep
and said

good to see you
she added
blowing out
and trying on

a smile for size
hi
you said
not been

a good start then
no
she said
had to rush around

like a blue arsed fly
to get the chores
done in time
and then I had

to creep out
before she knew
I'd gone
and my brothers

didn't help
they knew
I was meeting you
but still they

egged her on
you smiled
yes that's what
brothers do

I guess
not funny
she said
seeing you smile

I wanted to see you
and after the last time
and well
that parting kiss

left a lot
to be desired
you stopped smiling
and put on an

I’m sorry I smiled
kind of face
and yes I should have
left with a better kiss

kind of look
so where
are we going then?
you said

not the cinema
sitting in the dark
watching others smooch
while we sit there

like dummies
eating popcorn
or ice creams
wasting

valuable time
she said
OK
you said

what about we ride
to the big river
and sit beside it
and catch up

on some
serious kissing
and talking
and stuff

stuff?
she said frowning
stuff?
you know

cuddling and such
she pulled a face
and then went
and got her bike

and you both rode
along the lane
to the main road
then rode further

until you came
to the big river
and dismounted
and walked along side

the river bank
pushing the bikes
she still silent
the air fresh

birds in the trees
and flying
now and then
across

the wide river
and she laid
her bike down
and sat

on the grass
by the river bank
the bushes
giving shelter

the river running
at a steady pace
you sat beside her
taking in

her stare
her silence
like the grave
her hands

on her knees
her knees together
you ever fished here?
you asked

no
she said
not here
the smaller river

with my brothers
when I was younger
she looked at you
her eyes

scanning you
it's not you
I’m angry with
its her

(her mother)
all this
where are you going
and why stuff  

makes me so boiling
so I could bite
my arm
kind of thing

she said
then smiled
and you smiled too
yes I guess

people get you
that way at times
and she sighed
and looked out

at the water
the air breathed in
and you looking
at the sky

said
it's going
to be a good day
and kissed her shoulder

and she turned
and kissed your lips
and the whole
my mother

doesn't understand me
and I could stuff
my pulled out hair
up her arse

kind of thought
drifted away
on the kissing lips
and eyes closed

and hands resting
and hugging each other
you smelling
her perfume

(her mother's borrowed)
and she forgetting
and forgiving
her mother.