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We set our bikes
against a hedge
and went over
and watched
the peacocks.
Milka stood beside me
commenting on
how dowdy
the peahens were
compared
with the males.
She had wanted
to take me up
to her room for ***
but her mother
came back
from town sooner
so we couldn't
and after a short time
talking to her mother
we left the farmhouse.
Had she come back
fifteen minutes later
she would have
caught us in bed
together
Milka said
and God I hate
to think about that.
The peacocks
paraded proudly.
The dowdy females
walked past us
unimpressive.
The last time
we had ***
in her room
her mother
had gone further
and her father
was on the farm
and her brothers
gone fishing.
After the peacocks
we rode to the river
and lay out bikes
behind trees
and sat and talked
and kissed.
The conversation
was mainly about
what we missed.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Milka was ready
when I called
to take her out
(usually she lounged
in bed until late).
Her mother smiled
when I went into
the Farm House.
Milka said her goodbyes
and we rode our bikes
to some haunt
I used to know.
It was a fair ride,
but the weather was fine
and going the back roads
wasn't too busy.
The place hadn't changed much:
still the pond
surrounded by bushes
and trees.
We parked our bikes
and walked down
to the side of the pond
and sat on the grass.
Ducks swam on the water;
fish under the water.
Why does my mother
always smile
when you come?
Milka asked.
Don't know;
guess she likes me,
I said.
She stared out
at the pond.
It was calm:
sun filtered down
through the high branches.
I don't like it
that she smiles at you,
Milka said.
I dont ask her to smile,
I said.
She lay down
on the grass;
I lay next to her.
Who did you come
here with? She said.
An old girlfriend,
I replied.
What happened to her?
Nothing happened to her.
So why aren't you
with her?
We fell apart.
Why?
I didn't know why,
so couldn't say.
We just did,
I said.
I gazed at her
her profile was kissable.
She turned
and gazed at me.
Her eyes were full
of questions.
Did you and she
do things here?
She said suddenly.
No, of course not,
I replied
(knowing I lied).
That's o.k. then,
she said.
She slowly leant forward
and we kissed.
Close your eyes,
she whispered,
lovers close their eyes.
I closed my eyes
and I assumed
she did too.
I remembered,
lying there,
what my old girlfriend and I
did do.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
They went and saw
an Elvis film,
then went back
to his place for coffee,
and he played her
some of his Elvis records.
She wanted to go up
to his bedroom,
but the family
were in the other room
watching TV,
and it would have been a risk
if his younger brother
came up and caught them
in the room.
No where to go,
she said,
my mother is rarely out
and if she is out
you are at work.
He looked at her
taking in her neat *****
and full figure.
Wish we could,
he said,
but too risky here.
So they rode their bikes
back to her place
and laying the bikes
against the fence
went into the farm house.
Her mother
was preparing dinner
looking hot and bothered.
She gazed at him and said:
want some dinner Benny?
He declined saying
his mother would have
got him some at home.
Milka kissed him
while her mother's
back was turned
and both of them burned.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Milka lay on her bed.
The window was open
to let in air on the warm
summer's night. Moonlight
in a corner, few stars
visible from where she lay.
The soft pillow held her
head in a gentle hug. She
had discarded her nightwear,
and lay naked gazing at
the full moon. Benny had
been there earlier that day.
They had been in this very
bed making love. Now she
was alone. Her parents were
downstairs watching TV,
she could hear the distant
sounds in her head. She
and Benny making love
while her mother was out
shopping and her father on
the farm, and her brothers
gone fishing. She was hot.
Sweat lay on her wet brow.
She wished that Benny was
with her in her present now.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
I had bought
the Kissin' Cousins LP
by Elvis
and I played it on
the record player.
Milka sat beside me
on my bed
in my room.
My parents and siblings
were downstairs
watching TV.
After the third song
she said
it's not a big bed
is it.
No smaller than yours
I said.
But it looks smaller
she said.
My brother's small bed
was opposite
near the window.
We couldn't here
be too risky
with them downstairs
she said.
We can kiss and hug
and that sort of thing
I replied.
But then
we get carried away
and one thing
leads to another
she said.
Elvis sang on
Milka was in a mood.
The two coffees
were getting cold.
Maybe next time
we could go
to your place
I said.
My mum's hardly
ever out
and she'd not let us
in my room together
she said.
We did the other week
while your mum
was out shopping
and your dad
was on the farm
and your brothers fishing
I said.
Yes but that
was a rare thing
for them all
to be out
she said moodily.
Elvis stopped
and I watched the disc
go around around
and we made no other sound.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
I cycled to the farmhouse
where Milka lived.
After resting my cycle
by the fence
I walked
to the front door
and knocked.
Her mother
opened the door.
She smiled
and welcomed me in.
She said Milka
was in the bath
and offered me
a cup of tea.
I sat at the kitchen table
and watched
as she walked around
preparing the teapot
and arranging three cups
and saucers.
I studied her
the way she moved
her hips
and how warm
she seemed.
She turned
and asked me
how I was.
I said I was fine
taking in
her ample *******
and the colourful
apron she wore.
She turned again
and I breathed in the air
the smell of bread
and the logs burning
on the Aga
and her motherly
milky smell.
I wondered how long
Milka would be
and how she looked
in the bath
with nothing on
wishing I could go up
and wash her
back and front.
Her mother put
the cup and saucer
in front of me
and sat down opposite
and offered me biscuits
from an open tin.
I smiled at her
and she talked
about Milka
her eyes on me
large and liquidy
like small seas.
I pictured myself
a few weeks before
in front of Milka
on my knees.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
My mother
is out shopping
but Benny
can't come around
as he has to work
as do my brothers.
I am left alone
in the house.
I lay on my bed
staring at the sky
through the window.
It is a warm morning
I can hear birdsong
and cows moo
from the farm.
Why did Benny
have to work now
of all times
I muse.
I remember
that time
when he came
and my mother
had just gone
out shopping
and we made love
on my bed.
This bed where
I lay now
and even though
I knew my mother
had gone out shopping
there was an odd thrill
that she might
come back
and it added
to the excitement.
But she didn't
and Benny had
just gone
when she drove back
in the car
with the shopping.
I ought to get up
and wash
and dress
but I want to lay here
a bit more
and imagine Benny
is here
and he's
beside me now
and undressed
and we kiss and touch.
I sense the electric
run through me
and I want him
and we do.
But of course
we don't.
I lay alone
staring at the sky
listening to birdsong
and cows moo
not making love
and nothing to do.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
Milka and I
rode our bikes
to the old pond
I used to go to
years before.
We rested our bikes
down in the long grass
out of sight.
We lay in the grass
by the pond
and lay on our backs
looking at the midday sky
with white clouds
and warm sun.
This is where
you used to come
with an old girl friend
of yours didn't you?
she said.
Yes few years ago
I said.
I turned on my side
and looked at her
lying there.
What was she like?
Milka said.
Well she wasn't old
we were just 14 then
and she was nice
and we had a thing
for a while
I said.
Why did you
come here?
she said.
So we could be
alone together
I said.
What did you do?
Milka said.
Lay by the pond
and watch the ducks
and swans
and kiss
I said.
Is that all?
Milka said.
Yes
I lied
of course.
I wish my mum'd
gone out today
then we could
have gone to my room
and did things
she said
but no she was
going later with Dad
then my brothers
will be home
from fishing
or it will be too risky
if they're not.
I kissed
her forehead
then her lips.
She embraced me
and I lay beside her.
Birds flew overhead
a blackbird sang
a pheasant called.
We were too
engrossed in
what we were doing
to lay and listen
or watch
the midday sun
on the pond skin
glisten.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
Unwittingly
Milka's mother
turned Benny on.
He'd go there
on Saturday mornings
to wait for Milka
to take her out
some place
and her mother'd
get him tea and toast
and talk in that
warm motherly
voice of hers.
He'd sit there
watching her
seeing how full
her ******* were
through her top.
How smooth
her hips moved
when she moved
about the kitchen.
He liked the scent
she wore
it reminded him
of that actress
he'd walked past
in London as a kid
with his old man.
Now Milka
came down stairs
after getting herself
washed and dressed
(her mother
having insisted)
and sat at the table
next to Benny
and he drawing
his eyes back in
from her mother
and on Milka.
How's it going?
he asked.
All right
Milka said
eyeing her mother
who was busy
about the breakfasting.
You took your time
her mother said
Benny's been here
sitting patiently
waiting for you.
Benny put on
his innocent smile
and tucked away
her mother's fruits
and scent as if
he never seen them
or the smell not
heaven sent.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Your mother calls
just as you have
finished dressing
Benny's here
she calls up
won't be long
you say
looking at yourself
in the dressing table mirror
Benny is early
you dab a wet finger
over your eyebrows
bet Mum's chatting him up
like she does
you muse
flicking back your hair
bet she fancies him herself
you muse frustratedly
you look around your room
the bed tidy
you thinking
of the other Saturday
when your mum
was out shopping
Benny was there
and you and he
were going at it great
hurry up up there
your mother calls again
you sigh
and open
your bedroom door
and go down stairs
just coming
you say
and into the kitchen
where your mother
is at the side
preparing toast and tea
and Benny sitting in a chair
with his hazel eyes
and brown hair.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
We cycled to the park
and sat on the grass
near the duck pond.
Milka looked
over the pond.
That was a close thing,
Benny, she said,
didn't think my mum'd
be back so soon.
I looked at her
sitting there
in her jeans
and white top.
I mused on us
just having had ***
when we heard
the car draw up
outside the farmhouse,
and Milka said:
**** me it's Mum
back already.
She jumped off the bed
and dressed as fast
as she could.
I got off the bed
the other side
and dressed,
listening out for sounds
downstairs.
Did she suspect
do you think?
I said.
Don't think so,
Milka said,
she thinks
you're too good.
I am,
I said.
Milka pulled a face:
I hope she doesn't go
into my room
while we're out,
I didn't get a chance
to tidy up
before we left,
Milka said.
We sat and watched
the ducks for awhile
then got our cycles
and rode to see
the peacocks near
her farmhouse.
I mused on what
her mother would
have said
if she'd found us
at it in Milka's bed,
but I closed
the thoughts down
out of my head.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
You leave Benny upstairs
and go downstairs
as fast as you can
hurriedly dressed,
Benny’s juices
leaking down your leg.
Your mother is standing
by the larder looking in;
she turns when you
come in the kitchen:
ah there you are,
help me put
the shopping away,
your mother says.
Yes ok,
Benny’s just gone
to the toilet,
you say,
giving an excuse
for Benny
to be upstairs,
hoping your mother
won't get suspicious.
Ok, O those shops
were busy,
I should have taken you
with me,
just as well
I took the car
or I’d have never
got this lot on the bus.
You help her
put the shopping away,
wondering how long
before Benny came down,
having dressed quickly.
So how long has Benny
been here?
Your mother asks,
tucking the potatoes
at the back
of the larder.
Not long,
you reply,
listening out
for Benny.
That's that done
for another week,
Mother says,
and comes out
of the larder.
Just then Benny
comes down the stairs
and into the kitchen;
he smiles at your mother:
call of nature,
he says.
Your mother
smiles at him:
want a cup
of tea Benny?
She says.
He smiles:
yes that'd be nice,
he says.
You don't like it
when he's so friendly
with your mother
or she with him.
He gives you a wink
once your mother's back
is turned;
you nod
and mouth:
it's all right.
He nods back
and you both sit
at the table,
while your mother
gets down mugs
and put three spoonfuls
of tea in the teapot.
Benny juices damp
on your thigh,
and he's sits smiling
giving you the eye.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
I thought of Milka
most of the evening
while listening
to the Elvis LP
or watching TV,
or later in bed
next to my younger brother
him asleep,
and I under the covers
with my small
white transistor radio
playing Radio Luxembourg.
I thought about the first time
we had *** in the woods
behind the farm house
where she lived
with her parents
and brothers,
how we lay
on my jacket
in amongst bushes,
birds overhead,
branches with the sun
blinking through at us,
sounds of traffic
going past
on the farm road
now and then,
and us lying there
exhausted after our first effort,
and she said:
Think that's how it's done.
I said nothing
(not wanting to say
yes it is or she would say:
how do you know?)
just lay there
watching her
breathing deep:
suppose it is,
I said eventually.
She smiled:
now I know
when other girls
say about it
and probably don't do it:
anyway that I have,
she said.
The radio was playing
some American woman
singing about breaking a heart
and not going to Heaven
if you do.
My brother stirred;
and I turned off
the radio
and lay in the dark
musing on Milka,
and what she called
our *** game lark.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
Milka was in a mood
as we left the farmhouse
and got on our bicycles.
What's up?
I said.
It's her
(meaning her mother)
having a go
at me about
coming downstairs
in my nightie,
and in front
of you as well,
how was I to know
you were there?
Milka said,
looking back
at the farmhouse.
It's how she is,
likes things done so so,
I said.
How do you know
what she's like,
you only see
the side she
wants you to see,
Milka said,
being all nice to you,
just because
you're young
and good looking,
I bet she fancies you.
Don't be daft,
I said,
she's your mum
not a woman
up the road.
Milka stood
gazing at me:
you fancy her
don't you?
You'd have *** with her
if she let you,
Milka said coldly.
That's stupid,
of course I wouldn't,
I replied.
She looked away
and got on her bike
and rode off.
I got on my bike
and rode after her.
She was in
a fouler mood now,
and peddled fast
as she could.
I followed,
peddling as fast
as I could
to catch her up.
She rode along
the country road
for a good half mile,
when she pulled up
by the peacocks
by a farm cottage,
and got off.
I pulled up
and laid my bike
against a hedge,
and followed her,
and stood next to her
looking at the peacocks.
I'm a moody cow,
she said,
of course you wouldn't
have *** with my mum;
who would?
I don't know how
my dad ever did.
I love you,
I said,
no one else.
She turned
and smiled,
and kissed my cheek,
then stared
at the peacocks again.
I mused on her mother
who had made me toast
and a drink that morning
while I waited for Milka.
I liked her plumpness
and her motherliness,
but that was it,
nothing more,
but sometimes
something niggles you,
and so did that,
that's for sure.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
As I rode up
to Milka's parents' farmhouse
on my bike,
Milka's mother
was by the back door
shaking out a carpet.
I left my bike
against a fence,
and walked towards
the back door,
watching her
standing there
hands gripping the carpet
and shaking determinedly,
as she shook the carpet
her whole body moved,
and I took note
of her motherly *******
bulging and swaying.
She turned when she
heard me coming
over the stony path.
Hello, Benny,
she said,
you're here early,
Milka's not up yet,
but still come in
and have coffee or tea
and maybe toast.
I smiled and said:
that'll be nice,
and I followed her in
as she carried
the carpet back
indoors again
and took it into
the lounge where
it had come from.
Take a seat,
she said,
I’ll get us a drink
and some toast.
So I sat down
in a chair by the table
in the kitchen,
and she busied herself
getting down mugs
from a cupboard
and putting slices of bread
under the grill.
What are you having?
She asked me
tea or coffee?
Tea please,
I said,
watching her
slightly plumpish body
move before me.
She put tea
into a teapot
and put the kettle
onto the stove.
She turned and said:
what are you
and Milka doing
this fine Saturday?
Going to show her
the place I used
to go fishing,
I said.
Fishing? Milka?
didn't know she
was into fishing?
He mother said smiling.
She's not,
I said,
but the spot is beautiful,
and we could sit
by the pond
and watch the wildlife,
and maybe take
some sandwiches
and drinks of pop
and have a sort of picnic.
O that sounds good,
Milka's mother said.
I said nothing
about anything else
we may get up to
if the weather held
and it stayed dry.
She turned and made
the tea and watched
the bread under the grill.
I watched her
move about
taking in her
motherly *******
her Rubenesque figure.
Just then
Milka came down
the stairs
and into the kitchen
in her dressing gown
and her hair
in a mess.
You're here early,
she said to me,
make me some toast
and a coffee
please, Mum,
she asked her mother,
and sat down
next to me.
You could at least
have washed
and got dressed
first Milka,
her mother said
looking at her frowning.
Didn't know
Benny was here,
Milka said.
Well he is,
her mother said,
so get yourself decent.
Milka sighed
and raised her
eyes heavenward,
and stomped
off upstairs.
That girl,
Milka's mother said,
just as well
her father's
not here or he'd
give her coming down
to breakfast like that,
just as well he's
up on the farm.
She poured me
a mug of tea
and two slices of toast
and butter,
and sat down
opposite me
and said:
you've a handful
there, Benny,
not an easy one
to motivate
into action.
No I guess not,
I said,
keeping the image
of Milka and me
in her bed
******* away
inside my head.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
Benny's gone
back home
Milka is in her room
her mother
is downstairs
getting lunch
she wishes
he had stayed
wishes her mother
hadn't come back
from town
when she did
me and Benny
could have made out
if she'd stayed
in town
in the shops
but no
she had to come
back early
Benny went
and pretended
we'd just got back
ourselves
he has that way
with him
and my mother
thinks the sun
shines out
of his ****
and if I wasn't here
I’m sure as hell
she'd have him herself
the middle-aged *****
Milka sighs
lies on the bed
stares at the ceiling
tries to spot
where the black spider
went to
it was there
that time
Benny was
having ***
with her
the other week
and she stared at it
as the thrill of Benny
in her made it seem
unimportant
she wishes
he was there now
despite her mother
being downstairs
she wishes he
was there now
between her thighs
bringing bright light
to her young
gazing eyes.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Milka and Benny
get back from shopping
in the town
she with a few items
he with an Elvis LP
he bought
there is no car
outside the farmhouse
so they assume
her mother's
not back yet from town
and go in
Milka says
if we are quick
we can maybe in my bed
Benny isn't so sure
what if your mum
comes back and sees us?
Milka looks at him
if we're quick
and not arguing
she says
she grabs his hand
and takes him up
the stairs to her room
and begins to undress
come on then
she says
a car comes up
the drive from the road
passing the fields
it's your mum
Benny says
looking out the window
what? already?
Milka says
putting her clothes back on
I’ll go downstairs
and keep her talking
Benny says
and goes out the door
down the stairs
he sits at the kitchen table
just as Milka's mother
comes in the back door
o hello Benny
you're back
where's Milka?
Benny smiles
a call of nature
he says
Milka's mother puts
her shopping bags
on the table
and begins to unpack
put the kettle
on for us Benny
she says smiling
sure I will
he says
and gets up
and puts water
in the kettle
and puts it
on the stove
he stands watching
Milka's mother
putting away
her shopping
watching the sway
of her hips
the motherly *****
Milka comes down
the stairs sulking
her face unhappy
you're back early
she says to her mother
could say
the same to you
her mother says
Benny's been
a good boy
and put the kettle
on for us
isn't he good?
Milka pulls a face
behind her mother's back
as her mother puts
away the last
of her shopping
yes he is
Milka says
eyeing him
wanting him alone
by herself
sitting beside him
squeezing his leg
under the table
touching him
the best
she is able.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
I sit
at the kitchen table
in the farm house
with Milka.
Her mother
is washing dishes
from breakfast.
Milka is late down,
and eating cereal.
Her mother turns to me,
and says:
can I get you
anything, Benny?
Something hot?
She smiles and I
smile back,
and say:
yes a cup of tea
would be nice,
thank you.
Milka watches
the smiles,
and gently kicks me
under the table,
and mouths:
don't smile like
that at her.
I frown.
Don't smile
like that at her,
Milka mouths again.
I stop smiling,
and gaze at Milka;
she is not pleased;
jealous of her
own mother's
attention to me;
she thinks(she told me
the other day)
her mother is
playing up to me.
What are we up
to today?
Her mother says.
We? What do you
mean we?
Milka says.
Well you and Benny,
her mother says,
turning and putting
a cup of tea
in front of me,
smiling.
I gaze at her
motherly *****
her bright eyes.
We're going shopping
in town,
Milka says,
I need to get some things
and Benny wants to look
in the record shop
at Elvis LPs.
I see,
her mother says,
I may go
to town later;
your father is busy
on the farm,
so I'll have to go alone.
Where are the boys?
Milka says.
Sea fishing,
her mother says,
won't be back
until late.
I look at Milka,
she looks at me.
Right while you're
finishing your breakfast
I'll go do the beds,
and her mother
went out and up
the stairs.
Do you have to smile
at her like that?
Milka says.
Like what?
I say.
Gawk at her,
and smile;
you can see
she is after you.
After me?
What do you mean?
I say.
Wants you in her bed,
Milka says.
I doubt it,
I say.
Don't doubt it;
avoid gawking at her.
Milka eats her breakfast
for a few minutes,
then says,
if we come back
while she's shopping,
we can maybe
have time
in my room
and do things.
I smile
and watch her eat,
wondering about
her mother upstairs,
and what if she did.
I showed
no real interest,
but if so,
I kept it well hid.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Milka's mother
dishes up dinner
her father and brothers
sit around the table
Milka sits on the end
deep in thought
after dishing up all meals
the mother sits down
next to Milka
opposite her husband
the father says grace
and they all mutter an Amen
then begin the meal
the father talks
about a cow that's sick
her brothers follow
with talk of the fishes
they nearly caught
but got away
Milka says nothing
but watches her mother
who talks about a new coat
she'd like but was maybe
(gazing at the husband)
too dear
Milka wonders
if her mother
does fancy Benny
and if given a chance
she'd lead him up to bed
and have her
middle-aged way with him
and he just 16 and a bit
Milka muses darkly
mouthing mashed potatoes
after all she always seems
all over him if I'm upstairs
bathing or getting ready
always plying him
with tea and biscuits
and wiggling
(according to Benny)
her backside and pushing out
her middle-aged *******
near him
(if what Benny
says is true)
you're quiet
her mother says
what's got you
in a mood?
they all look at Milka
with forks half way
to their mouths
nothing
Milka says
looking at the tablecloth
a fork stuck in the sausage
not in a mood
just being quiet that's all
she says
you and Benny haven't
had a tiff have you?
her mother says
leaning in towards her
no we haven't
Milka says
wondering why her mother
thinks that why she'd
be interested in her
and Benny
your face says different
her mother says
the others continue to eat
Milka says nothing
but eats on
Benny seems ok
at work
one of her brothers says smiling
must be all right
the other brother says
never seen him
so happy
that's enough
the mother says
no winding Milka up
you know what she's like
if tormented
Milka eats and stares
at her father
to see if he'll say anything
the hens are laying well
he says
more eggs coming along
than ever
that's good
mother says
looking at him
Milka gazes at
her mother's *******
wondering if Benny
was telling the truth
about them being motherly
and how would he know?
she eats her sausage
her eyes darkly aglow.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
I walk with Milka
from the farmhouse
to the fence
where we stop
and look across a field
you were sitting cosy
with my mum
while I was upstairs
having a bath
Milka says
well I did ask your mum
if I could go share
your bath with you
but she wasn't keen
on the idea
I say
so sat downstairs
and she entertained me
entertained you Benny?
you make her sound
like a brothel keeper
Milka says frowning
I can't see your mum
as a brothel keeper
I say
how would you know
what a brothel keeper
looks like
unless there is something
you've not told me?
Milka says
I've seen it in films
I say
seen what it films?
she says
brothels and thingys
I say
I think you fancy my mum
more than you do me
Milka says
what do you mean fancy?
I was only having a drink of tea
and a few biscuits with her
and talking with her
I say
that's how it starts
next she'll be steering you
towards the bedroom
while I'm bathing
Milka says
you're jealous
of your own mother
I say
jealous of her?
she's just a middle-age frump
who happens
to be my mother
Milka says her tone icy
just being nice to me
while I waited for you
to come down
after your bath
I say
too nice
I saw the way
she looked at you
while you weren't looking
and tea and biscuits
that's more than Dad gets
when he comes in
from the farm
Milka says
she stares towards the farmhouse
pouting her lips
I say nothing more
for a while and try
and think of her mother
and if she did look at me
while I wasn't looking
but I wouldn't know
if I wasn't looking
but she did have
a nice motherly
sort of *******
and as she walked
her behind had
a smooth way of moving
it's all in your head
I say to Milka
I am as innocent as a lamb
Milka turns towards me
well be careful
she doesn't cover you
in sauce and eat you then
Milka says
looking at me sadly
baa-baa
I say
she gives a laugh
and I wish I could
have shared her bath.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
Is Milka in?
I ask her mother
who has opened the door
of the farmhouse.
Yes, but she's
in the bath
at the moment,
but come in Benny,
if you don't mind waiting.
So I go
into the warm kitchen,
sit on one
of the kitchen chairs.
Would you like something?
her mother asks smiling,
to eat or drink?
Tea would be welcome,
I say,
taking in her smile.
She nods,
turns around,
walks to a cupboard,
gets down a mug.
I watch her move,
her motherly hips,
her cosy behind,
the loose dress
she is wearing.
She turns
and says,
sugar?
or are you
sweet enough?
Two please,
not quite sweet
enough yet,
I say.
She laughs,
and I note her
motherly *******
held in loosely
by her bra and dress.
She'll not be long
in the bath,
her mother says,
we can hope.
I have a vision
of Milka in the bath,
wishing I could be
washing her back
with a sponge or flannel,
kissing her,
and holding her.
You are patient with her,
Benny,
her mother says,
I lose my temper with her
and have to bite my tongue;
not that she does,
not like that
with her father though,
he'd not take her backchat,
he'd soon tan her behind
as old as she is.
I say nothing,
take in her mother's hands
as they go about
preparing my mug of tea,
the ringed finger,
the red washed out skin,
the nails well cared for
despite the housework.
Going anywhere nice today?
she says,
eyeing me,
a smile there.
Cinema probably,
new Elvis film,
I reply,
thinking of
the previous Saturday
in Milka's bed
while her mother
was in town shopping,
her father on the farm,
her brothers fishing
out some place.
That'll be nice,
she says,
where is that girl?
time she takes.
She gives me
my mug of tea
and I sip it.
She walks out
to the passage.
I watch her go
and sense an inner
warming glow.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
listen here and listen close
I’ll tell you the story of a musical ghost
Ernst the composer, with a lifelong dream
of becoming a genius, a composition king
he was born on a day
like any other man, i'd say,
into a jewish family
where he studied the melody
a melody that protruded
from pianist hands
throughout the symphonies
from germany to england
He was known far and wide
in a land without pride
as a musical guide
where the Nazi’s reside
Great misfortune mounted upon
great toils, soiled by a life on the run
this was his fate, to be cast out, and away
like a broken, old picture frame
and upon a new dawn
to the westward and on
he sought to find a home
when there was nowhere to roam.
He packed up his bags
as he had little more than rags
to flee to the free
and away...from the **** regime
and made it to america…
so soon sorry
for he faintly did fair
the world was weary
yet his book he still shared
and he passed on his knowledge
of his music, sublime
his artistic ability
to tame tone and time
and from the day he was born
to the day he passed on
we’ll remember those teachings
and those beautiful songs
1887 to 1964
ernst we still remember you
and all that you lived for
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
We go in through the garage
to get to the back of the house,
past my father who's working
on a doll's house he is making,
he nods and smiles,
and we go in the back door
where my mother
is preparing dinner.
Ok if we go to my room
and listen to records?
I say.
Mum says it's all right,
and we go through
the passageway and up
the stairs to my room
and close the door.
It's a small room
with two single beds:
my brother's and mine.
He is out playing
with friends,
so we are alone.
Milka looks
around moodily.
Not much room
is there?
she says.
It's big enough.
For what?
Well nothing like that,
as you're on
and my brother could
come in at anytime,
I say.
She sits on my bed
and sighs.
What records
have you got then?
she says.
Elvis mainly.
Is that all?
she says,
laying back
on the bed
and staring
at the ceiling.
Some jazz records,
I say.
Lie here with me
she says
after you've put
an Elvis record on.
I put an Elvis LP on
the record player
and lie beside her.
Not much room
is there,
she moans.
It's a single bed like yours
and we have plenty
of room there,
I say.
She kisses me
and we snuggle up close
listening to Elvis;
my hand on her thigh
and her hand
on my hip.
Shame I'm on,
she says,
we might have had
a chance to do it.
I know it would be risky,
but say nothing,
kiss her lips,
hand on her ****
holding close.
Elvis gets smoochy;
his voice filling the room.
She licks my ear,
tongues my tongue;
her hand moving
up my spine.
Would you like
some coffee or tea?
My mother calls up.
I say two teas please
and know Milka's
feeling fine.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
I see Milka outside the farmhouse
feeding chickens
she's still in her dressing gown
as I ride up the drive
she stops and waves to me
I park my bike against the fence
and walk towards her
Mum's out
Milka says
Dad's on the farm
the brothers are out
on a shoot for dosh
I look at her standing there
forget to dress?
I say
or is nightwear
the new fashion?
I got up late
and Dad asked me
to feed the hens
and I thought I’d best do it
before I forgot again
she says
the hens peck around her
making hens sounds
want a drink of coffee?
she says
sure
I say
so she throws the last
of the chicken feed at them
and we go inside the farmhouse
and she puts the kettle
on the hob and gets two
mugs down from a cupboard
and spoons coffee
into each one
what if your mum comes in now
and sees you in your nightwear
and me here too?
I say
so what?
she says
just saying that's all
I say
she sighs and looks
out the window
I’m on
she says
on what?
I say
she stares at me
you know the scourge
the big bleed
or auntie's here
or whatever
she says moodily
o right
I say
falling into what she means
shame that is
I say
sitting in a chair
by the kitchen table
the whistle on the kettle sounds
and she pours water
into the two mugs
milk? sugar?
she says
in a moody voice
milk and one sugar
I say
she plonks sugar
into my mug
and tips milk
from a white jug
into both mugs
and puts my mug
on the table
and her own mug
on the table
and sits facing me
where we going?
she says
no where dressed
as you are
I say
when I'm dressed?
she says
we could go to the flicks
and see that Elvis film
I say
she pulls a face
boring sitting at the back
necking and kissing
with others
she says
what then?
I say
she sips her coffee
and looks at me
could go to the seaside
she says
get a bus
I sip my coffee
and stare at her
ok if you want
I say
but I’ve no money
she says
and Mum'll not lend me any
as I owe her money already
so what then?
I say
I don't know
she says
looking at her mug
and holding it
with both hands
you could come to my place
and play records
and lay on my bed
and listen to the music
I say
what about your parents
won't they mind me
being there and in your room?
she says
nothing is going
to happen is it
so why worry?
I say
she sighs and sips her drink
I guess so
she says
and after she's finished her drink
she goes off to dress.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
I see her
by her house
dressed in jeans
blue & tight
with white top
tight fitting
she's putting
out garbage
she sees me
Benedict
I didn't know
you were here
Milka's smile
is so ****
infectious
I've just come
on my bike
coming in?
she asks me
sure why not
I reply
her mother's
in the kitchen
washing up
she sees me
& she smiles
her wet hands
give a wave
like a drink?
she asks me
sure I say
Milka says
I'll get it
you sit down
I sit down
& watch them
both at chores
Milka's mum
is cuddly
standing there
I watch her
she's like a
Rubens dame
Milka says
how do you
like your tea?
how I like
my women
I tell her
& that is?
she asks me
moodily
just like you
very warm
with body
her mother
soft chuckles
Benedict
you're naughty
she tells me
turning round
her bright eyes
drinking me
Milka gives
me the tea
& sits down
with her milk
drowned coffee
& we talk
of our day
*** maybe
if her mum
goes shopping
on her own)
her mother
dries her hands
on a towel
then sips tea
by the sink
as Milka
& I talk
& sip drink.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC