She'd slept bad.
Thoughts of John
invaded her head
as she lay in bed.
She'd hugged her
Teddy close; kissed
him pretending.
Stroked Teddy's
head, his arms,
kissed him repeatedly.
Her sister snored.
Her sister talked
in her sleep.
Elaine wished
for morning.
Wished for dawn's
light and birdsong;
wanted John there
in her bed;
in her head.
Breakfast was a chore;
she didn't want to eat;
her mother said
she had to: none of
that slimming nonsense.
She ate feeling full,
feeling ill.
Lovesick her
father said jokingly.
Her mother
was not amused,
said just a slimming thing.
Elaine ate and mused dully.
Wondered if John
would kiss her again.
Did she want him to?
She didn't know;
half yes, half no.
The kiss made her
feel out of her
comfort zone;
made her feel
unknown feelings;
buzzes in her *****
She sipped the lukewarm tea:
sugary sweet, drowned in milk.
Her sister chatted about boys
and what so and so did.
Her mother said boys
were not for breakfast talk.
Her father said Elaine
-his Frumpy hen-
didn't need to slim,
was OK as she was.
Elaine wanted John;
wanted a kiss;
wanted him to touch;
a little not over much.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
She'd slept bad.
Thoughts of John
invaded her head
as she lay in bed.
She'd hugged her
Teddy close; kissed
him pretending.
Stroked Teddy's
head, his arms,
kissed him repeatedly.
Her sister snored.
Her sister talked
in her sleep.
Elaine wished
for morning.
Wished for dawn's
light and birdsong;
wanted John there
in her bed;
in her head.
Breakfast was a chore;
she didn't want to eat;
her mother said
she had to: none of
that slimming nonsense.
She ate feeling full,
feeling ill.
Lovesick her
father said jokingly.
Her mother
was not amused,
said just a slimming thing.
Elaine ate and mused dully.
Wondered if John
would kiss her again.
Did she want him to?
She didn't know;
half yes, half no.
The kiss made her
feel out of her
comfort zone;
made her feel
unknown feelings;
buzzes in her *****
She sipped the lukewarm tea:
sugary sweet, drowned in milk.
Her sister chatted about boys
and what so and so did.
Her mother said boys
were not for breakfast talk.
Her father said Elaine
-his Frumpy hen-
didn't need to slim,
was OK as she was.
Elaine wanted John;
wanted a kiss;
wanted him to touch;
a little not over much.
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