You guessed Jeanette
liked that kind of music
viewing her from behind
(at the back of class
sitting next to Reynard)
her head would move
with the music
the Beethoven piece
had her in thrall
or so seemed
seeing her
narrow body frame
slowly move
from side to side
like some
skinny snake
(titless Reynard said
she was)
to some charmer's flute
her head
often times
was recline
to some Chopin
Miss Graham placed
upon the record player
(how old she looked
even then)
and closed her eyes
if you saw her
undressed
Reynard said
(Jeanette
not the teacher)
be like some pencil
thin and shapeless
but there was more
to her to you
something deeper
a certain something
beyond the cloth
of cardigan and skirt
and white blouse
and ankle socks
something of soul
or maybe undefined
that aspect
hanging there
in your 14 year old mind
Reynard whispered
when's this crap
going to end
give me rock
and roll any time
but Jeanette
seemed content
to sit and listen
and move her head
and frame
or wave her thin finger
in the air
as if an invisible
orchestra was there
you viewed her
from the back of class
her dark hair
shoulder length
resting on her back
and narrow frame
the slightly pointed nose
and thin lips
when viewed from profile
when she turned
but secret
like some slow fire
a deeper passion
within you burned.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
You guessed Jeanette
liked that kind of music
viewing her from behind
(at the back of class
sitting next to Reynard)
her head would move
with the music
the Beethoven piece
had her in thrall
or so seemed
seeing her
narrow body frame
slowly move
from side to side
like some
skinny snake
(titless Reynard said
she was)
to some charmer's flute
her head
often times
was recline
to some Chopin
Miss Graham placed
upon the record player
(how old she looked
even then)
and closed her eyes
if you saw her
undressed
Reynard said
(Jeanette
not the teacher)
be like some pencil
thin and shapeless
but there was more
to her to you
something deeper
a certain something
beyond the cloth
of cardigan and skirt
and white blouse
and ankle socks
something of soul
or maybe undefined
that aspect
hanging there
in your 14 year old mind
Reynard whispered
when's this crap
going to end
give me rock
and roll any time
but Jeanette
seemed content
to sit and listen
and move her head
and frame
or wave her thin finger
in the air
as if an invisible
orchestra was there
you viewed her
from the back of class
her dark hair
shoulder length
resting on her back
and narrow frame
the slightly pointed nose
and thin lips
when viewed from profile
when she turned
but secret
like some slow fire
a deeper passion
within you burned.
BOYS AND GIRL IN SCHOOL IN 1962.
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