Yehudit sits
at the front
of the school bus
with her sister.
I sit with Goldfinch
on the left hand side
half way down.
She turns
and smiles at me.
Her eyes glimmer
like moonlit waves.
Goldfinch talks
of football.
I hate football
but pretend
to like it,
throwing a few names
I know
into the conversation
to keep away
the silence.
The driver turns
on the radio.
A song about Mr Postman
and a letter comes on.
I look up at her.
She looks at me
the smile still there.
I wish she was here
next to me
instead of Goldfinch;
her thigh touching mine
as we sit,
her elbow brushing
against mine
in conversation.
Her smile seems to say:
remember yesterday?
I remember.
My lips holding
her lips in the that
first kiss.
Her body close to mine.
A pulse racing through me
like a chased cat.
I wish she was here
and not there.
I look up
and she has turned
to the driver and talks.
I wish it was me
she was talking to do,
my eyes
she was gazing into.
I look away
and catch a word
that Goldfinch throws.
How deep love sinks
and holds
no one knows.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Yehudit sits
at the front
of the school bus
with her sister.
I sit with Goldfinch
on the left hand side
half way down.
She turns
and smiles at me.
Her eyes glimmer
like moonlit waves.
Goldfinch talks
of football.
I hate football
but pretend
to like it,
throwing a few names
I know
into the conversation
to keep away
the silence.
The driver turns
on the radio.
A song about Mr Postman
and a letter comes on.
I look up at her.
She looks at me
the smile still there.
I wish she was here
next to me
instead of Goldfinch;
her thigh touching mine
as we sit,
her elbow brushing
against mine
in conversation.
Her smile seems to say:
remember yesterday?
I remember.
My lips holding
her lips in the that
first kiss.
Her body close to mine.
A pulse racing through me
like a chased cat.
I wish she was here
and not there.
I look up
and she has turned
to the driver and talks.
I wish it was me
she was talking to do,
my eyes
she was gazing into.
I look away
and catch a word
that Goldfinch throws.
How deep love sinks
and holds
no one knows.
BOY AND GIRL IN SUSSEX IN 1961
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