![]() A ROOM WITH NO ROOM.A Poem by Terry Collett![]() A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON![]() ![]() Book us a bed and room for the day Julie said so you did in some cheap dive off Charing Cross Road you were up London for the day so that booked (the dame gave you that oh yes of course it's for sex kind of look) you ventured to Dobell's Jazz shop and picked out an Ornette Coleman LP and went into a booth and was blown away some concert in Stockholm he'd done after that you met Julie in Trafalgar Square and she was waiting there dull of hair and eyes (drug withdrawal) and said did you do it? yes booked it not far from here you said she nodded and looked about her at the crowds and Nelson's Column and the lion statues shall we go now then? she said OK you said and you took her along to where the cheap dive was and the dame at the desk gave her enjoy it kid gaze and up the windy stairs to an upper storey and opened up the door and went in bit of a dump Julie said looking around a double bed and chest of drawers and dressing table and a gas heater she walked into the bathroom with a huge bath and two enormous taps you looked out the window which looked out at a brick wall it'll do she said and went to the bed and sat on it and bounced up and down a few times not bad she said so then she took of her coat and kicked off her shoes and began to take off her red jumper are you here just to watch? she said pulling the jumper over her head no just waiting for the go you said well go then she said and you took off the ankle boots and jacket and unbutton your creamy shirt and you noticed her white bra and the smallness of her tits and taking off your shirt you thought of that quick sex in the cupboard in the hospital where she was for the drugs and all and how quick and cramped it was in there yet here was room and bed and you unzipped your wide bottomed trousers and stepped out of them and she was already in the bed laying there waiting and you got in beside her and touched her right tit and she said f**k me your hand is cold warm it up she said so you did and she was happier then with you beside her your warmed up hands feeling her touching and holding and she kissed you and put her hands about you and then it was all go and outside London was moving on traffic roared people getting on with lives a cat meowed and a car backed fired the gas fire spat out flames and after the sex laying back she said the nurse at the hospital told the doctors I was missing out on medication and taking a backward step (she'd taken a pill or two from some jerk at a London club) and as she talked her head on the pillow a cigarette held aloft you lay beside her thinking of her body her thighs her breasts her lips her eyes your cigarette held to one side smoke rising ceiling ward you wanted to make love again as outside on the windowsill the sharp pitter patter of heavy rain. © 2014 Terry Collett |
Author![]() Terry 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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