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Terry Collett
Poems
Oct 2013
COOL BLUE EYES.
On the road
from Madrid to Malaga
you sat next to Miryam
in the coach
the scenery going by
the Spanish sun above
music from the radio
and she beside you
her head
against your shoulder
sleeping
her red hair
a mass of curls and waves
her eyes closed
her mouth slightly open
her hands crossed
in her lap
you sitting there
thinking of the base camp
in Madrid
the bar and *****
the music
in the small disco
and dancing
to the small hours
and she said
about her parents
and she being
for the first time
free to do
what she wanted
and she walked with you
back to her tent
and there she stood
and said
if I was alone
in this tent
I'd invite you in for ***
but I'm sharing
with another girl
and so did you share
with another guy
you said
wishing it otherwise
and so she kissed you
good night
and unzipped the tent
and went in
and off you walked
through the early morning dark
crossing the field of tents
trying to remember
where yours was
remembering it was by
the hedge with Bob's flag
on top waving silently
in the semi-dark
she stirred
against your shoulder
and readjusted her head
making that
I'm comfortable sound
and then she was off again
a Beatles's song
on the radio
someone sang along
you still sensing
that kiss of hers
her lips on yours
the night before
her hands
around your waist
her small ****
pressing against you
the smell of oranges
and ripe fruit
and her tongue invading
your mouth
touching yours
and your pecker stirring
from slumber
your hands on her ****
feeling the pockets
of her jeans
the smooth material
the studs
her near you
lips and tongues
and she stirred
and opened her eyes
and lifted her head
from your shoulder
and said
are we there yet?
no
you said
getting near
and she looked out
the window of the coach
and you studied
her profile
the blush of cheek
the nose
her neck
and the show
of naked shoulder
and she said
did I snore?
no
you said
good
she said
because sometimes
I tend to go off
into snoring land
and she smiled
and touched your thighs
and all you saw
was the blue world
of her cool blue eyes.
SET IN SPAIN IN 1970.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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