Yiska maybe
dreamt of me
or not I don't know
but I sure dreamt
of her
but that was never
as real as being there
with her
and knowing she
was there
her eyes on me
her hair
fresh brushed
(in the girls'
cloakroom no doubt)
her body tingling
with being alive
and we met
on the playing field
in recess after lunch
the sun out
strong
bright and big
in the sky
and we walked together
she talking about
her morning
and lessons
and O that Mr D
what he thinks
of me
God alone knows
she said
and other things
as girls do
and I was studying
the motion of her body
her lips
eyes
language
wanting to just
kiss her
and have her
hold me
and such
but she did
kind of talk
too much
she giggled
about some deed
or then looked at me
all wide eyed
and said
maybe next week
while my mother's
out for the day
we can go home
to lunch
and who's to say?
I dreamed of Yiska
and it was strange
and things done
and kisses
all lips to lips stuff
and secrets revealed
and told and all
wrapped up
in a cuddling hold.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Yiska maybe
dreamt of me
or not I don't know
but I sure dreamt
of her
but that was never
as real as being there
with her
and knowing she
was there
her eyes on me
her hair
fresh brushed
(in the girls'
cloakroom no doubt)
her body tingling
with being alive
and we met
on the playing field
in recess after lunch
the sun out
strong
bright and big
in the sky
and we walked together
she talking about
her morning
and lessons
and O that Mr D
what he thinks
of me
God alone knows
she said
and other things
as girls do
and I was studying
the motion of her body
her lips
eyes
language
wanting to just
kiss her
and have her
hold me
and such
but she did
kind of talk
too much
she giggled
about some deed
or then looked at me
all wide eyed
and said
maybe next week
while my mother's
out for the day
we can go home
to lunch
and who's to say?
I dreamed of Yiska
and it was strange
and things done
and kisses
all lips to lips stuff
and secrets revealed
and told and all
wrapped up
in a cuddling hold.
BOY AND GIRL IN 1962.
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