I lay beside Tilly
in a field behind
her parents' place;
it was summery,
and the sky the bluest blue
I'd seen in ages.
What do you want
to do in the future?
She asked.
Lead a band,
and play my saxophone,
I said.
Lead a band?
She said.
Yes jazz band,
I said.
She turned
and looked at me,
Anything else?
She said.
Make a bit of money,
I guess,
I said.
She raised her highbrows,
anything other
than that?
She asked.
Travel the world,
I suppose,
I said.
And me?
What about me
and you?
She said.
Can you play
an instrument?
I asked.
No, but I mean
our future?
I looked past her;
a steam train went by
on the rail track.
O I see what you mean
us getting married?
Yes,
she said,
and a family.
But we're only 17;
too soon for that,
I said.
She turned away
from me,
and looked towards
the woods near by.
We won't always be 17,
she said,
so we could think
about it as a future thing.
I studied her back,
her waistline,
her cute ****
the legs that
went on downwards.
Sure we can talk
about that,
I said,
remembering
the last time
we had ***
and her kisses
and hugs.
She turned
towards me again,
talk and plan things
in our heads,
she said.
What about the band?
I said.
What band?
The band I might lead.
She looked at me,
have you got a band?
Not yet,
but I may have one,
I said.
Talk about it
when you do,
until then...
she kissed me
and put her hand
around my waist
and drew me closer.
I put my hand
on her hip,
then her ****
I smelt her perfume.
Then she moved away
and said:
Mum might be
watching us
from the upstairs window.
So we lay there
and watched another
train steam by
and go.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
I lay beside Tilly
in a field behind
her parents' place;
it was summery,
and the sky the bluest blue
I'd seen in ages.
What do you want
to do in the future?
She asked.
Lead a band,
and play my saxophone,
I said.
Lead a band?
She said.
Yes jazz band,
I said.
She turned
and looked at me,
Anything else?
She said.
Make a bit of money,
I guess,
I said.
She raised her highbrows,
anything other
than that?
She asked.
Travel the world,
I suppose,
I said.
And me?
What about me
and you?
She said.
Can you play
an instrument?
I asked.
No, but I mean
our future?
I looked past her;
a steam train went by
on the rail track.
O I see what you mean
us getting married?
Yes,
she said,
and a family.
But we're only 17;
too soon for that,
I said.
She turned away
from me,
and looked towards
the woods near by.
We won't always be 17,
she said,
so we could think
about it as a future thing.
I studied her back,
her waistline,
her cute ****
the legs that
went on downwards.
Sure we can talk
about that,
I said,
remembering
the last time
we had ***
and her kisses
and hugs.
She turned
towards me again,
talk and plan things
in our heads,
she said.
What about the band?
I said.
What band?
The band I might lead.
She looked at me,
have you got a band?
Not yet,
but I may have one,
I said.
Talk about it
when you do,
until then...
she kissed me
and put her hand
around my waist
and drew me closer.
I put my hand
on her hip,
then her ****
I smelt her perfume.
Then she moved away
and said:
Mum might be
watching us
from the upstairs window.
So we lay there
and watched another
train steam by
and go.
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