Her mother prepared lunch
in the kitchen
as you and Christina
sat and talked

in the lounge
she looked back
at the kitchen door
and whispered

she's in one
of her depressing moods
she doesn't say much
when she like this

that's ok
you said
I'm just glad
to be here with you

you said
you put your hand
on her thigh
moving her grey skirt

she turned
and kissed you quickly
listening for the sound
of her mother's movement

in the kitchen
her lips on yours
her hand on your leg
her body close to yours

you could feel
her heartbeat against you
her warm hand
on your leg

the pulse of her
getting to you
and the sound
of her mother

banging about
in the kitchen
you paused from kissing
and sat back

her hands
in her lap
your hands
by your side

on the sofa
you couldn't believe
you were there
beside her

next to her body
her eyes focusing on you
you taking in her hair
and eyes

and the sound
of her mother's footsteps
getting nearer
her voice muttering

her approach coming near
and you moved over
and kissed Christina's cheek
the warm flesh

bearing away
on your lips
packed away
in your mind

like some treasure trove
as her mother came in
and brought two plates
and cokes

and put them down
and walked away
no words said
just that look

she gave
that eying
you up and down
that wondering

if you had or not
or if you would
behind her back
as she returned

to the kitchen's span
her ears alert
for sounds
you might make

the touching of lips
the smack of flesh engaged
her mind on edge
her nerves taut

as high wire
but you
and her daughter
just sat and ate

hoping to get down
to other things
(****** or otherwise)
at a later date.