ENCOUNTERING LIZBETH 1961A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AT SCHOOL IN 1961 AND TALKING ABOUT LIFE, BIRDS, SEX,![]() Your school bus is early Lizbeth said as she met me by the school gates different driver the other one's off sick with gut problems I said other kids on the bus walked past my sister with a friend of hers the kid from along the lane who bugged me who one day I'd thump we can be alone for a minute or so then she said and taking the sleeve of my jacket she moved me along by the wire fence and leaned me against the wire playfully do you think about me? she said peering at my eyes sometimes I said only sometimes? I think of you all the time all the times? I said even on the bog? she smiled especially when I'm on the bog as you call it she said Hi Lizbeth a girl said as she passed by Lizbeth nodded to her but said nothing in bed at night I do and waking up you're the first thing I think of she said she released my sleeve and stood beside me I suppose you're thinking of the Virgin Jane Lizbeth said I think of all things I said such as? she said about the farm and cows and birds in the book I have and which one I'll see that day and butterflies that I may spot enough already Lizbeth said God you will bore the knickers off me if you go on not that I'd mind that but not here in the bloody playground at school you asked me what I thought about I said well other than that then? she said do you think of me at all? sometimes I said when? now and then when? when I'm thinking of nothing else I said Benny you're a bore and a tease do you ever think about me in a sexual way? I looked at her standing there red hair in a pony tail eyes gazing at me her lips and her small breasts the impression in her school blouse not much I said but you do sometimes? I nodded she smiled I think of you all the time sexually in school in lessons at home while eating in bed while dreaming and now standing here next to you she said she touched my hand softly the bell rang for the start of school must go I said she squeezed my hand tighter all the time she said she released my hand and walked over to the girl's playground and I walked into the boy's ground and looked back and she was swaying off in the way she did hips moving side to side and I watched her go off and sighed. © 2015 Terry Collett |
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Added on December 23, 2015 Last Updated on December 23, 2015 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry 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.. |


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