I could have listened
to her heart
all day long,
but instead

I just lay
with my head
in her lap,
seeing her eyes

looking down,
the dark green
or such
as it was

or seemed,
capturing me
in the two frames.
Her pulse beating

along the nerves
of my skull,
her small *******,
hidden there

somewhere,
smelling of
motherliness
or some such,

sweet to the nose,
but out of touch.
We waited
for the school

recess bell to ring
across the field,
waited uncaring,
wanting else,

but kisses
would have to do,
lips on lips stuff,
breath mixing

with breath,
tongues invading,
mouth to mouth;
hot O boy hot,

she was,
not the weather,
staring down,
eye to eye,

my head
on her thigh,
sensing not far away,
Eve's gateway.