You I would whisk
into the dark
of the church porch
before Friday evening's
choir practice
and in our dark
secret place
kiss lips and face.
We'd hear the ***** start up
the organist running
a Bach melody
while waiting for all
to arrive in choir
for practice runs
of hymns and psalms
and other parts
in between
and we having made
a last kiss run around
to the vestry
and into church
to be seen.
Males one side
and females on the other
and the choir-mistress
in between organizing
parts to be sung or chanted
with the organ's backing
or leading the way
and I gazing at you opposite
and the quick kisses
we managed just now
and a few more later
somehow.
Now time has fled
and the years have past
and I am aged
and you are dead.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
You I would whisk
into the dark
of the church porch
before Friday evening's
choir practice
and in our dark
secret place
kiss lips and face.
We'd hear the ***** start up
the organist running
a Bach melody
while waiting for all
to arrive in choir
for practice runs
of hymns and psalms
and other parts
in between
and we having made
a last kiss run around
to the vestry
and into church
to be seen.
Males one side
and females on the other
and the choir-mistress
in between organizing
parts to be sung or chanted
with the organ's backing
or leading the way
and I gazing at you opposite
and the quick kisses
we managed just now
and a few more later
somehow.
Now time has fled
and the years have past
and I am aged
and you are dead.
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