EYE TO EYEA Poem by Terry Collett MONKS AND NOVICE IN 1971  The peasant monk walks slow through the cloister carrying a bucket gripped in his peasant hand - red knuckles, head bowed- I weed the beds around the cloister garth -she had me between her thighs and the excitement within her eyes- Dom Leo tall and slim waits outside the refectory door to say farewell before he leaves for Rome the following day -She sucked me dry in her bed gazing eye to eye. © 2015 Terry Collett |
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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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