Magdalene dries
her hair. She got
caught in the storm
and rain and drenched.
Her wet clothes lay
limp in the bath. Mary
was drenched too
and was at home
drying out like herself.
They'd met after school
and walked to the park
and shelter and kissed.
None saw. Just as well.
The nuns at school kept
them apart with an eye
to danger of that terrible
sort. They got caught in
the rain on the way home.
Thunder and lightning
and down pour of rain.
Her hair is dry. She now
brushes it out. Her bold
mirrored self stands naked.
If Mary was there. They
could if she were and if
they had time or they dare.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
Magdalene dries
her hair. She got
caught in the storm
and rain and drenched.
Her wet clothes lay
limp in the bath. Mary
was drenched too
and was at home
drying out like herself.
They'd met after school
and walked to the park
and shelter and kissed.
None saw. Just as well.
The nuns at school kept
them apart with an eye
to danger of that terrible
sort. They got caught in
the rain on the way home.
Thunder and lightning
and down pour of rain.
Her hair is dry. She now
brushes it out. Her bold
mirrored self stands naked.
If Mary was there. They
could if she were and if
they had time or they dare.
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