Jeanette looked
back at me in class
I was at the back
with Reynard
focusing
on the history lesson
as best we could
the text books open
before us
some colour picture
of a cave man
with a spear
and dressed in fur
and some cave girl
standing beside
looking **** ugly
Reynard said
in whispered breath
Jeanette’s eyes
were focused on me
dark looking
her hair long
and dark
thin hands
and frame
she looked away again
her narrow shoulders
full to view
the teacher
was chalking words
upon the board
sentence
after sentence
in a measured script
I thought about
the quick peck
on Jeanette's cheek
at lunch recess
just so
quick in and out
before she had time
to say or breathe
or feel the affects
to make her swoon
or sick or both
I scribbled
on the exercise page
in untidy scrawl
Reynard muttering
comments
about the cave girl's ****
about hair
under her arms
but I was focused
on Jeanette’s line
of curve
the way her
narrow waist
went in and out
so narrow
I’d get my arms
all about
dark hair
on her shoulders
smooth
well brushed
or combed
the head
at an angle
as if to scrutinize
the writing
on the board
take in the words
and sense
and write it down
in her (I imagined
far finer hand
than mine
going by the smooth
movement
of her fingers and pen)
maybe I could
kiss her again
I thought
some place
some when.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Jeanette looked
back at me in class
I was at the back
with Reynard
focusing
on the history lesson
as best we could
the text books open
before us
some colour picture
of a cave man
with a spear
and dressed in fur
and some cave girl
standing beside
looking **** ugly
Reynard said
in whispered breath
Jeanette’s eyes
were focused on me
dark looking
her hair long
and dark
thin hands
and frame
she looked away again
her narrow shoulders
full to view
the teacher
was chalking words
upon the board
sentence
after sentence
in a measured script
I thought about
the quick peck
on Jeanette's cheek
at lunch recess
just so
quick in and out
before she had time
to say or breathe
or feel the affects
to make her swoon
or sick or both
I scribbled
on the exercise page
in untidy scrawl
Reynard muttering
comments
about the cave girl's ****
about hair
under her arms
but I was focused
on Jeanette’s line
of curve
the way her
narrow waist
went in and out
so narrow
I’d get my arms
all about
dark hair
on her shoulders
smooth
well brushed
or combed
the head
at an angle
as if to scrutinize
the writing
on the board
take in the words
and sense
and write it down
in her (I imagined
far finer hand
than mine
going by the smooth
movement
of her fingers and pen)
maybe I could
kiss her again
I thought
some place
some when.
BOY AND GIRL IN SCHOOL IN 1962.
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