Yiska maybe
dreamt of me
or not I don't know
but I sure dreamt

of her
but that was never
as real as being there
with her

and knowing she
was there
her eyes on me
her hair

fresh brushed
(in the girls'
cloakroom no doubt)
her body tingling

with being alive
and we met
on the playing field
in recess after lunch

the sun out
strong
bright and big
in the sky

and we walked together
she talking about
her morning
and lessons

and O that Mr D
what he thinks
of me
God alone knows

she said
and other things
as girls do
and I was studying

the motion of her body
her lips
eyes
language

wanting to just
kiss her
and have her
hold me

and such
but she did
kind of talk
too much

she giggled
about some deed
or then looked at me
all wide eyed

and said
maybe next week
while my mother's
out for the day

we can go home
to lunch
and who's to say?
I dreamed of Yiska

and it was strange
and things done
and kisses
all lips to lips stuff

and secrets revealed
and told and all
wrapped up
in a cuddling hold.