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Terry Collett
Poems
Sep 2013
HER HALF DAY OFF.
It was her half day off work
and your afternoon
between shifts
and she had come
to the house
while others were out
at school and work
and after talking
about her job
and the manager
being a pain
and the work
so different from school
you both made love
in your upstairs bed
and afterwards
as she lay there
looking out the window
on the left hand side
she said
my mother will wonder
why I'm home late
on my half day off
you looked at the grey sky
through the windowpane
sensing her beside you
feeling her arm
touching yours
what will you tell her?
you asked
well not
that I've made love to you
she said
turning and smiling at you
why not?
you said jokingly
o yes and never see you again
probably be locked up
in the tower
if we had one
she said
she leaned over
and kissed you
and you smelt soap
and toothpaste
and her hair
brushed against
your forehead
I'll say the manager
wanted me to stay behind
and such and such
she said
laying back
her head on the pillow
you lay your hand
on her thigh
felt her smooth skin
and would he ask you
to stay behind
for such and such?
you asked
maybe to stock shelves
if any of the other girls
weren't in
but not for such and such
she added laughing
you thought back
to the first time you
had kissed her
that Christmas while out
carol singing
with the choir from church
and it seemed
as if angels sang nearby
rather than the choir
and you caught her eyes
in the moonlight
sparkling like stars
in small oceans
what time will your mother
be home from work?
she asked
you looked
at the alarm clock
on the dressing table
at the foot of the bed
about half hour
you said
God we'd best get up
and dressed
she said
or she'll be here
and what would she say
if she saw us thus?
probably hope you
made up the bed
after you
you said
o yes I'm sure she would
I know she's a lovely lady
but I don't think
she'd say that
you both got off the bed
and began to dress
and you watched her
thinking of the times
at school when you used
to gaze at her
across the classroom
wondering as she sat there
what she looked like
without her clothes
or what colour her underwear
and now you knew
(she like some latter day Eve)
and you
her long lost Adam
sans fig leaf or shame
once dressed
she helped you make the bed
and you saw her downstairs
and out into the garden
with the chilly sun
and God's pardon.
POEM SET IN 1963.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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