Before the office of Sext,
before lunch,
I had time
in my cell
to have private prayers
or meditation
and stood at the window
and gazed out,
the sky blue,
white clouds,
the abbey visible
from where I stood,
a monk walked across
the garth of grass,
hands hidden
in the huge pockets,
where would you
want me?
She said,
she lay there
semi-clothed,
arms outstretched,
a bell from the clock tower
chimed three quarters,
without us God will not,
Dom Joseph had said
during the novice's talk session,
without God we cannot,
birds sat on the roof
of the clock tower,
black and proud,
I ran a finger slowly
along her inner thigh,
she giggled,
dribbled,
I closed my eyes,
soon be Sext,
Latin,
short prayers,
then lunch, food,
I lay beside her
parting her hairs.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Before the office of Sext,
before lunch,
I had time
in my cell
to have private prayers
or meditation
and stood at the window
and gazed out,
the sky blue,
white clouds,
the abbey visible
from where I stood,
a monk walked across
the garth of grass,
hands hidden
in the huge pockets,
where would you
want me?
She said,
she lay there
semi-clothed,
arms outstretched,
a bell from the clock tower
chimed three quarters,
without us God will not,
Dom Joseph had said
during the novice's talk session,
without God we cannot,
birds sat on the roof
of the clock tower,
black and proud,
I ran a finger slowly
along her inner thigh,
she giggled,
dribbled,
I closed my eyes,
soon be Sext,
Latin,
short prayers,
then lunch, food,
I lay beside her
parting her hairs.
a young man in an abbey in 1971 trying avocation. SEXT= office of prayers sung at midday or there about.
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