Mid June
during lunch time recess
after cheese sandwiches
in the science room
which doubled
as a sandwich
lunch room
you met Christina
on the playing field
where she was sitting
alone on the grass
her school friends going off
when they saw you
walking across the field
their eyes on you
their giggles filling the air
like seagulls taking flight
don’t mind them
Christina said
as you sat down
beside her
they’re just jealous
because I have a boyfriend
and they haven’t
you looked over
at the departing girls
walking off in a huddle
some doubled over
in laughter
I don’t mind them
You said
count myself lucky
I didn’t land
with one of them
Christina looked over
at the girls
heading towards
a group of boys
kicking ball
doesn’t your friend like me?
she asked
what friend?
you said
that Reynard boy
you walk around with
you looked at her
and took in
her dark hair
brushed smoothly
her eyes catching
the sunlight
he doesn’t trust girls
you said
he thinks
they’re like icebergs
icebergs?
she said
yes
he said you only see
the surface of girls
its what you don’t see
that’s dangerous
she frowned
I thought
it was what you don’t see
that held the interest
depends what’s hidden
you said
well you know
what most boys are after
what they can’t see
on the surface
she said
beginning to blush
looking away from you
and you studied
her profile
the way her hair
touched her cheek
and hid her ear
and lined up
with her jaw line
the open neck
of her white blouse
the skin there
the slight protrusion
of small ****
through the grey cardigan
maybe it’s what’s hidden within
that’s more important
you said
maybe
she said
turning back
and gazing at you
maybe it’s all that’s hidden
that matters
she added
putting your hand
on her thigh
you sensing
the warmth of sun
and the feel of pulse
beneath the skirt
the beat of heart
pushing her tides
maybe
you said
smiling at her
what a girl shows
is as good
as what she hides.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Mid June
during lunch time recess
after cheese sandwiches
in the science room
which doubled
as a sandwich
lunch room
you met Christina
on the playing field
where she was sitting
alone on the grass
her school friends going off
when they saw you
walking across the field
their eyes on you
their giggles filling the air
like seagulls taking flight
don’t mind them
Christina said
as you sat down
beside her
they’re just jealous
because I have a boyfriend
and they haven’t
you looked over
at the departing girls
walking off in a huddle
some doubled over
in laughter
I don’t mind them
You said
count myself lucky
I didn’t land
with one of them
Christina looked over
at the girls
heading towards
a group of boys
kicking ball
doesn’t your friend like me?
she asked
what friend?
you said
that Reynard boy
you walk around with
you looked at her
and took in
her dark hair
brushed smoothly
her eyes catching
the sunlight
he doesn’t trust girls
you said
he thinks
they’re like icebergs
icebergs?
she said
yes
he said you only see
the surface of girls
its what you don’t see
that’s dangerous
she frowned
I thought
it was what you don’t see
that held the interest
depends what’s hidden
you said
well you know
what most boys are after
what they can’t see
on the surface
she said
beginning to blush
looking away from you
and you studied
her profile
the way her hair
touched her cheek
and hid her ear
and lined up
with her jaw line
the open neck
of her white blouse
the skin there
the slight protrusion
of small ****
through the grey cardigan
maybe it’s what’s hidden within
that’s more important
you said
maybe
she said
turning back
and gazing at you
maybe it’s all that’s hidden
that matters
she added
putting your hand
on her thigh
you sensing
the warmth of sun
and the feel of pulse
beneath the skirt
the beat of heart
pushing her tides
maybe
you said
smiling at her
what a girl shows
is as good
as what she hides.
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