What's with you
and this John kid?
Your brother Burt asks.
Nothing to do with you,
you reply.
I bet Mum
would be interested
about you and this kid,
he says.
You close your bedroom door
and shout through the door :
mind your business.
You hear him laugh
and walk away.
You walk to the window
and peer out:
your father is digging
in the garden before dinner.
You walk to your bed
and lay down.
You want to think
about John:
you and he
sat on the grass
outside the school lunchtime
and talked
and held hands,
but didn't kiss.
You wished you had,
but it was awkward
with other kids about.
He talked about Easter
and something or other
about the word,
but you forget what.
When he held your hand
you felt so excited
you would have
kissed him there.
But you know what
the other girls
would have said
and gone on about it
and suggested rude things.
You have kissed before,
but gently and short
bursts of kissing.
You lay there wishing
he was there with you.
Then you could kiss.
But he isn't,
he's miles away.
You close your eyes
and imagine he is there,
imagine he is holding you,
kissing you.
Your mother is calling.
You open your eyes
and stare about your room.
She's calling about dinner.
You get off the bed
and quickly change
out of your school uniform.
As you undress
you muse on John,
thinking he is watching you
as you remove clothes.
You smile
and wish he was.
Your mother calls again.
You dress quickly
and go out of the room
and downstairs.
You imagine John
is behind you
giving you
lustful stares.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
What's with you
and this John kid?
Your brother Burt asks.
Nothing to do with you,
you reply.
I bet Mum
would be interested
about you and this kid,
he says.
You close your bedroom door
and shout through the door :
mind your business.
You hear him laugh
and walk away.
You walk to the window
and peer out:
your father is digging
in the garden before dinner.
You walk to your bed
and lay down.
You want to think
about John:
you and he
sat on the grass
outside the school lunchtime
and talked
and held hands,
but didn't kiss.
You wished you had,
but it was awkward
with other kids about.
He talked about Easter
and something or other
about the word,
but you forget what.
When he held your hand
you felt so excited
you would have
kissed him there.
But you know what
the other girls
would have said
and gone on about it
and suggested rude things.
You have kissed before,
but gently and short
bursts of kissing.
You lay there wishing
he was there with you.
Then you could kiss.
But he isn't,
he's miles away.
You close your eyes
and imagine he is there,
imagine he is holding you,
kissing you.
Your mother is calling.
You open your eyes
and stare about your room.
She's calling about dinner.
You get off the bed
and quickly change
out of your school uniform.
As you undress
you muse on John,
thinking he is watching you
as you remove clothes.
You smile
and wish he was.
Your mother calls again.
You dress quickly
and go out of the room
and downstairs.
You imagine John
is behind you
giving you
lustful stares.
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