CLOSE ENCOUNTER 1962

CLOSE ENCOUNTER 1962

A Poem by Terry Collett
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A BOY AND GIRL MEET ON A SCHOOL PLAYING FIELD IN 1962.

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Benedict
saw Yiska
by the trees

on the school
playing field
at the top

in the shade
from the sun
some boys were

kicking ball
in a game
girls sat in

groups talking
or laughing
Benedict

walked the field
where Yiska
was standing

by the trees
all alone?
he asked her

she nodded
glad you came
wasn't sure

if you'd come
she told him
your brother said

you'd be here
Benedict
informed her

it's quiet
by the trees
and maybe

we can go
in the wood
if no one

is looking
Yiska said
Benedict

looked behind
where she stood

at the small
area
called the wood

must look out
for prefects
who come here

looking out
for couples
we'll look out

she replied
they looked back
at the school

playing field
all was clear
no one looked

so they went
in the wood
at least here

we can kiss
without eyes
seeing us

Yiska said
so they kissed
she with arms

round his neck
and his arms
round her waist

lips to lips
her fingers
soft stroking

his right ear
his fingers
soft touching

her behind
then her thigh
it was their

longest kiss
on the lips
neither breathed

(or so seemed)
then parted
and stood back

and studied
each other
she took in

hazel eyes
quiff of hair
Elvis smile

he took in
her small breasts
her fine curves

of body
the longest
that we've kissed

Yiska said
two prefects
he whispered

and they hid
in bushes
in the wood

silently
as two male
prefects walked

past them both
hiding there
once they'd gone

they crept out
of the wood
by the top

near the fence
that was close
Yiska said

Benedict
smiled and said
yes it was

lips to lips
recalling
his fingers

soft touching
her behind
and her thigh

releasing
a warming
and deep sigh.

© 2015 Terry Collett


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the first kiss on the lips, the first kiss with open mouths, the first kiss with tongues, the longest kiss - so many milestones that meant so much back in the day, that we forget about as we age. Your words help us to revisit them here Terry and remind us of days when love was a just four letter word.

It aint what you say its the way that you say it - and this resonated deeply with me my friend.
A pleasure to read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terry Collett

10 Years Ago

Thank you, ANTO



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the first kiss on the lips, the first kiss with open mouths, the first kiss with tongues, the longest kiss - so many milestones that meant so much back in the day, that we forget about as we age. Your words help us to revisit them here Terry and remind us of days when love was a just four letter word.

It aint what you say its the way that you say it - and this resonated deeply with me my friend.
A pleasure to read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terry Collett

10 Years Ago

Thank you, ANTO
terry this sounds like a true story

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terry Collett

10 Years Ago

Thank you, wordman. True as going back 53 years can be I guess.
 wordman

10 Years Ago

yeah,it gets foggy

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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

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Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..