There was a large
crucifix above your bed.
Your father's idea
to keep you pure
and virginal as a nun.
Dust gathered
on the head and shoulders
of the plaster Christ
and along the plastic crossbeam
wood-like brown.
I gazed out the window
looking across
the cricket field
and tennis courts nearby.
"They've gone out"
you said from the bed.
"What if they return?"
I said
watching a couple
in the tennis court
prepare to play.
"They'be gone to London
to see an opera"
you informed.
I looked at you
lying on your bed
expectantly.
"Don't you feel
like being watched?"
I said nodding
at the crucifix.
You smiled
"Make it more exciting"
you suggested.
I listened out
in case your parents
returned unexpectantly
and your Mafia- looking father
caught us at it
on the very bed
beneath the Crucified.
"You are wasting time"
you moaned
"not often
they are out for the day."
I gazed out the window.
The couple
in the tennis court
had begun to play.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
There was a large
crucifix above your bed.
Your father's idea
to keep you pure
and virginal as a nun.
Dust gathered
on the head and shoulders
of the plaster Christ
and along the plastic crossbeam
wood-like brown.
I gazed out the window
looking across
the cricket field
and tennis courts nearby.
"They've gone out"
you said from the bed.
"What if they return?"
I said
watching a couple
in the tennis court
prepare to play.
"They'be gone to London
to see an opera"
you informed.
I looked at you
lying on your bed
expectantly.
"Don't you feel
like being watched?"
I said nodding
at the crucifix.
You smiled
"Make it more exciting"
you suggested.
I listened out
in case your parents
returned unexpectantly
and your Mafia- looking father
caught us at it
on the very bed
beneath the Crucified.
"You are wasting time"
you moaned
"not often
they are out for the day."
I gazed out the window.
The couple
in the tennis court
had begun to play.
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