Milka waited by the gate
of the farmhouse
for him to arrive
her brothers waited also
for he was their friend first
even if she had
drawn in him
with her emotional tide
I showed him how
to drive a car
one said
and I showed him
how to ride a motorcycle
said the other
in a field
Milka said
just in a ******
farm field
they sniggered
what have you shown him?
the oldest brother asked
yes what fine skills
have you taught him?
the other said laughing
wouldn't you like to know
she said stormily
folding her arms
and avoiding their stares
they guffawed
in the background
then proceeded
to practice their judo
until he arrived
she turned
and glimpsed them
now and then
but all she wanted
was for him to arrive
just a quick word
and maybe kiss
before her brothers
collared him
for the judo practice
the last time he came
and practiced
he had them both down
on the ground in minutes
and she stood
and clapped and cheered
what had she shown him?
that was between
she and him
not for her snooping
brothers to know
she looked up
the narrow road
that led to the farmhouse
but he wasn't in sight
just a car
then a tractor
slowly moving along
whose driver waved
(and she embarrassed
waved back)
one of her brothers
was on the ground
the other stood triumphantly
hands in the air
she looked away
she caught
the summery air
the sight of birds
in flight
but not him
and she'd put on
her new jeans
and top( too tight
her mother said)
with a flowery pattern
then he was coming
over the hill
riding his bike
and the ******
of excitement
ran through her being
and she stood expectantly
by the gate
trying to appear casual
unconcerned
and he dismounted his bike
and came over
his Elvis style quiff
his jeans and shirt
and despite herself
she stood there on tiptoes
her body tingling
and he smiled
and shyly kissed
her cheek
and touched her hand
then walked to her brothers
and they came at him
with their judo moves
and taunts and laughter
and she stood there
watching
sensing the kiss
on her cheek
burn into her skin
and light a fire
of passion within
waiting and watching
feeling his touch
on her hand
(not to be washed off)
and she rubbed
her finger along
where he had laid
his touch
and inwardly
she mused
and thought
o God
o too much.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
Milka waited by the gate
of the farmhouse
for him to arrive
her brothers waited also
for he was their friend first
even if she had
drawn in him
with her emotional tide
I showed him how
to drive a car
one said
and I showed him
how to ride a motorcycle
said the other
in a field
Milka said
just in a ******
farm field
they sniggered
what have you shown him?
the oldest brother asked
yes what fine skills
have you taught him?
the other said laughing
wouldn't you like to know
she said stormily
folding her arms
and avoiding their stares
they guffawed
in the background
then proceeded
to practice their judo
until he arrived
she turned
and glimpsed them
now and then
but all she wanted
was for him to arrive
just a quick word
and maybe kiss
before her brothers
collared him
for the judo practice
the last time he came
and practiced
he had them both down
on the ground in minutes
and she stood
and clapped and cheered
what had she shown him?
that was between
she and him
not for her snooping
brothers to know
she looked up
the narrow road
that led to the farmhouse
but he wasn't in sight
just a car
then a tractor
slowly moving along
whose driver waved
(and she embarrassed
waved back)
one of her brothers
was on the ground
the other stood triumphantly
hands in the air
she looked away
she caught
the summery air
the sight of birds
in flight
but not him
and she'd put on
her new jeans
and top( too tight
her mother said)
with a flowery pattern
then he was coming
over the hill
riding his bike
and the ******
of excitement
ran through her being
and she stood expectantly
by the gate
trying to appear casual
unconcerned
and he dismounted his bike
and came over
his Elvis style quiff
his jeans and shirt
and despite herself
she stood there on tiptoes
her body tingling
and he smiled
and shyly kissed
her cheek
and touched her hand
then walked to her brothers
and they came at him
with their judo moves
and taunts and laughter
and she stood there
watching
sensing the kiss
on her cheek
burn into her skin
and light a fire
of passion within
waiting and watching
feeling his touch
on her hand
(not to be washed off)
and she rubbed
her finger along
where he had laid
his touch
and inwardly
she mused
and thought
o God
o too much.
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