The rain
had not stopped
all day
and so
you wandered
around
the school
assembly hall
like others
equally bored
peering
now and then
out of the window
at the falling
of the rain
and the empty playground
and you walked
with Boxall
and one
of his cronies
and listened
to his poor jokes
or his tales
of his father’s farm
when Christina
came over
and taking you
by the arm
led you
to the passageway
and said she knew
a quiet spot
where
you could both
be alone
and away
from the riff raff
so you let
yourself be led
along the passageway
she still holding
your arm
and you looking
about you
at the passing windows
and prints
on walls
of famous art works
and into a small
deserted room
off
the dark passageway
and once inside
she shut the door
and leant
against it
looking at the one
small window
at the other end
it’s a bit dark
she said
but at least
we can be
alone here
for a while
she released
your arm
and moved
to a wall
across the room
and you followed
we’ll have to
listen out
for prefects
or the caretaker
whose room it is
she said
you looked at her
standing there
her eyes focused
on you
her hair neat
and well brushed
and some scent
coming from her
( her mother’s
borrowed
she later said)
her grey skirt
(knee length)
and jumper
and white blouse
sans tie
aren’t you going
to kiss me then?
she asked
of course
you said
and kissed her lips
putting your hands
about her waist
and she
did likewise
and it was strange
being there
with her alone
not having
others nearby
or other eyes
watching
and the kiss
seemed surreal
even though
her lips
were on yours
it seemed
like a dream
her hands
pressed you
close to her
and you sensing
her waist
in your hands
feeling her hips
and then
her ribcage
sensing her
small *******
pressed on
your chest
and the semi dark
of the room
and her scent
and flesh
and hands
and lips
and you listening
to her words
and footsteps
along the passage
and voices
and her eyes closed
and yours open
taking her in
sensing her there
and hearing words
not hers
outside the door
and you both
broke apart
and hid
behind the door
as it opened
and the caretaker
entered
leaving
the door open
where you hid
and he stood there
sorting through
his junk
and you both
standing there
holding hands
lips burning
breathing in the air.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
The rain
had not stopped
all day
and so
you wandered
around
the school
assembly hall
like others
equally bored
peering
now and then
out of the window
at the falling
of the rain
and the empty playground
and you walked
with Boxall
and one
of his cronies
and listened
to his poor jokes
or his tales
of his father’s farm
when Christina
came over
and taking you
by the arm
led you
to the passageway
and said she knew
a quiet spot
where
you could both
be alone
and away
from the riff raff
so you let
yourself be led
along the passageway
she still holding
your arm
and you looking
about you
at the passing windows
and prints
on walls
of famous art works
and into a small
deserted room
off
the dark passageway
and once inside
she shut the door
and leant
against it
looking at the one
small window
at the other end
it’s a bit dark
she said
but at least
we can be
alone here
for a while
she released
your arm
and moved
to a wall
across the room
and you followed
we’ll have to
listen out
for prefects
or the caretaker
whose room it is
she said
you looked at her
standing there
her eyes focused
on you
her hair neat
and well brushed
and some scent
coming from her
( her mother’s
borrowed
she later said)
her grey skirt
(knee length)
and jumper
and white blouse
sans tie
aren’t you going
to kiss me then?
she asked
of course
you said
and kissed her lips
putting your hands
about her waist
and she
did likewise
and it was strange
being there
with her alone
not having
others nearby
or other eyes
watching
and the kiss
seemed surreal
even though
her lips
were on yours
it seemed
like a dream
her hands
pressed you
close to her
and you sensing
her waist
in your hands
feeling her hips
and then
her ribcage
sensing her
small *******
pressed on
your chest
and the semi dark
of the room
and her scent
and flesh
and hands
and lips
and you listening
to her words
and footsteps
along the passage
and voices
and her eyes closed
and yours open
taking her in
sensing her there
and hearing words
not hers
outside the door
and you both
broke apart
and hid
behind the door
as it opened
and the caretaker
entered
leaving
the door open
where you hid
and he stood there
sorting through
his junk
and you both
standing there
holding hands
lips burning
breathing in the air.
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