Sophie stands
at the top
of the stairs
her blue thin
uniform
unbuttoned
revealing
a white top
and blue jeans
she waits there
listening
for voices
a duster
in her hand
pretending
to polish
the hand rail
where is he?
she wonders
she pushes
her fingers
through her hair
long and blonde
in the lounge
of the home
for old folk
I'm waiting
while Mr
Mash sits down
OK George?
yes I’m fine
he replies
so I go
up the stairs
to make beds
before baths
Sophie hides
by a wall
as I pass
got you now
she utters
behind me
slipping her
Polish hands
quickly round
my trim waist
nibbling
my right ear
not right here
I tell her
not right now
she nibbles
even more
Sophie go
I’ve got work
to do now
beds to make
I help you
she suggests
make the beds
try them out
we have ***
I remove
her small hands
from my waist
Matron could
come along
and see us
I tell her
she not come
Sophie says
she busy
with others
holding her
narrow wrists
for safety
my safety
I look at
her ice blue
open eyes
go polish
some hand rail
wash a floor
I suggest
we have ***
on a bed
she mumbles
which bed best?
I don't know
none of them
I tell her
I release
her thin wrists
she stands there
watching me
her blue eyes
searching me
she puts her
hands on her
narrow waist
her tight ****
bulging out
go Sophie
do some work
I suggest
she just stares
I go off
to the men's
corridor
to make beds
leaving her
behind me
I go in
to Bob's room
smell of soap
and *****
windows shut
curtains drawn
I draw back
the curtains
and open up
the window
let air in
and town sounds
and traffic
I make up
and tidy
old Bob's bed
I help you?
Sophie asks
I turn round
and she's there
by the door
we make bed
then we ****
no such luck
I tell her
beds to make
baths to do
take the men
to the loo
you bathe me?
Sophie asks
together
be quicker
I smooth down
old Bob's bed
pump pillows
she watches
from the door
I need ***
she whispers
we do it
on Bob's bed?
got to go
empty this
bedside pan
I tell her
holding a
commode pan
she moves back
from the door
lets me pass
***** smell
filters out
it stinky
she tells me
old men stink
make me sick
best go then
I tell her
waving the
commode pan
towards her
she goes off
in a huff
her fine ****
swaying fast
as she's off
and away
I return
to my work
safe at least
for an hour
or a day.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Sophie stands
at the top
of the stairs
her blue thin
uniform
unbuttoned
revealing
a white top
and blue jeans
she waits there
listening
for voices
a duster
in her hand
pretending
to polish
the hand rail
where is he?
she wonders
she pushes
her fingers
through her hair
long and blonde
in the lounge
of the home
for old folk
I'm waiting
while Mr
Mash sits down
OK George?
yes I’m fine
he replies
so I go
up the stairs
to make beds
before baths
Sophie hides
by a wall
as I pass
got you now
she utters
behind me
slipping her
Polish hands
quickly round
my trim waist
nibbling
my right ear
not right here
I tell her
not right now
she nibbles
even more
Sophie go
I’ve got work
to do now
beds to make
I help you
she suggests
make the beds
try them out
we have ***
I remove
her small hands
from my waist
Matron could
come along
and see us
I tell her
she not come
Sophie says
she busy
with others
holding her
narrow wrists
for safety
my safety
I look at
her ice blue
open eyes
go polish
some hand rail
wash a floor
I suggest
we have ***
on a bed
she mumbles
which bed best?
I don't know
none of them
I tell her
I release
her thin wrists
she stands there
watching me
her blue eyes
searching me
she puts her
hands on her
narrow waist
her tight ****
bulging out
go Sophie
do some work
I suggest
she just stares
I go off
to the men's
corridor
to make beds
leaving her
behind me
I go in
to Bob's room
smell of soap
and *****
windows shut
curtains drawn
I draw back
the curtains
and open up
the window
let air in
and town sounds
and traffic
I make up
and tidy
old Bob's bed
I help you?
Sophie asks
I turn round
and she's there
by the door
we make bed
then we ****
no such luck
I tell her
beds to make
baths to do
take the men
to the loo
you bathe me?
Sophie asks
together
be quicker
I smooth down
old Bob's bed
pump pillows
she watches
from the door
I need ***
she whispers
we do it
on Bob's bed?
got to go
empty this
bedside pan
I tell her
holding a
commode pan
she moves back
from the door
lets me pass
***** smell
filters out
it stinky
she tells me
old men stink
make me sick
best go then
I tell her
waving the
commode pan
towards her
she goes off
in a huff
her fine ****
swaying fast
as she's off
and away
I return
to my work
safe at least
for an hour
or a day.
BOY, GIRL, SUGGESTIONS, ****** 1969,
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