Milka was ready
when I called
to take her out
(usually she lounged
in bed until late).
Her mother smiled
when I went into
the Farm House.
Milka said her goodbyes
and we rode our bikes
to some haunt
I used to know.
It was a fair ride,
but the weather was fine
and going the back roads
wasn't too busy.
The place hadn't changed much:
still the pond
surrounded by bushes
and trees.
We parked our bikes
and walked down
to the side of the pond
and sat on the grass.
Ducks swam on the water;
fish under the water.
Why does my mother
always smile
when you come?
Milka asked.
Don't know;
guess she likes me,
I said.
She stared out
at the pond.
It was calm:
sun filtered down
through the high branches.
I don't like it
that she smiles at you,
Milka said.
I dont ask her to smile,
I said.
She lay down
on the grass;
I lay next to her.
Who did you come
here with? She said.
An old girlfriend,
I replied.
What happened to her?
Nothing happened to her.
So why aren't you
with her?
We fell apart.
Why?
I didn't know why,
so couldn't say.
We just did,
I said.
I gazed at her
her profile was kissable.
She turned
and gazed at me.
Her eyes were full
of questions.
Did you and she
do things here?
She said suddenly.
No, of course not,
I replied
(knowing I lied).
That's o.k. then,
she said.
She slowly leant forward
and we kissed.
Close your eyes,
she whispered,
lovers close their eyes.
I closed my eyes
and I assumed
she did too.
I remembered,
lying there,
what my old girlfriend and I
did do.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
Milka was ready
when I called
to take her out
(usually she lounged
in bed until late).
Her mother smiled
when I went into
the Farm House.
Milka said her goodbyes
and we rode our bikes
to some haunt
I used to know.
It was a fair ride,
but the weather was fine
and going the back roads
wasn't too busy.
The place hadn't changed much:
still the pond
surrounded by bushes
and trees.
We parked our bikes
and walked down
to the side of the pond
and sat on the grass.
Ducks swam on the water;
fish under the water.
Why does my mother
always smile
when you come?
Milka asked.
Don't know;
guess she likes me,
I said.
She stared out
at the pond.
It was calm:
sun filtered down
through the high branches.
I don't like it
that she smiles at you,
Milka said.
I dont ask her to smile,
I said.
She lay down
on the grass;
I lay next to her.
Who did you come
here with? She said.
An old girlfriend,
I replied.
What happened to her?
Nothing happened to her.
So why aren't you
with her?
We fell apart.
Why?
I didn't know why,
so couldn't say.
We just did,
I said.
I gazed at her
her profile was kissable.
She turned
and gazed at me.
Her eyes were full
of questions.
Did you and she
do things here?
She said suddenly.
No, of course not,
I replied
(knowing I lied).
That's o.k. then,
she said.
She slowly leant forward
and we kissed.
Close your eyes,
she whispered,
lovers close their eyes.
I closed my eyes
and I assumed
she did too.
I remembered,
lying there,
what my old girlfriend and I
did do.
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