AFTERWARDS 1969A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUNG MAN AND A POLISH GIRL AFTER A CINEMA DATE IN 1969We leave the cinema after the film it's getting late Sophia says you go to my place? won't your parents be there? I ask no they out not be back till late she says they go to theatre in London see play by Polish writer I see I say looking at her standing there but it's still late I say it not matter I get you coffee then maybe see what happen she says I am reluctant to go to her place as it's a good walk away and it means I'll have to get a taxi home and take the risk her parents aren't home earlier Sophia says I show you my parent's bedroom it is good I look at her standing there smiles blonde hair neat dress ok I say so we take a taxi to her parents' place (save time and effort) and she takes me in by the front door and turns on the lights see no one here she says place to ourselves she take my coat and we go into the lounge I get coffee? but wait after yes we go see my parents' room so we go upstairs and she opens her parents' bedroom door she says they have big crucifix above bed see so the Christ can see them keep them safe but he has eyes closed so not see them doing stuff she smiles I look in the room and there is the big wooden crucifix with a plaster Christ painted with all the skin and wounds and such now I show you my room she says she takes my hand and we walk along the landing and she opens the door to her room what you think it good yes? yes it is good I say taking in the single bed with matching covers pillows and curtains but now we can have coffee I say not yet she says we have the sex first and then coffee? but what if your parents' come back early? they not be back yet be hours she is eager she undresses as she shuts the door behind us I stand there uncertain fiddling with my tie come on she says not waste time she is already down to her underclothes and she begins to unbutton my jeans we have it you not want? just as I'm about to reply we hear a door open and close and voices downstairs she freezes her unbuttoning and looks in mid air as if there was an answer there quick get dressed she says and she runs to the light and switches it off and puts her clothes on in the darkness I look at her outline shadowy her Polish curses fill the air in whispers razor sharp I tighten my tie and prepare in my mind to die. © 2015 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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