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Poetry By: dadio
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A BOY AND GIRL AT SCHOOL IN 1962.


Submitted:Mar 13, 2014    Reads: 18    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Jeanette looked
back at me in class
I was at the back
with Reynard

focusing
on the history lesson
as best we could
the text books open

before us
some colour picture
of a cave man
with a spear

and dressed in fur
and some cave girl
standing beside
looking butt ugly

Reynard said
in whispered breath
Jeanette's eyes
were focused on me

dark looking
her hair long
and dark
thin hands

and frame
she looked away again
her narrow shoulders
full to view

the teacher
was chalking words
upon the board
sentence

after sentence
in a measured script
I thought about
the quick peck

on Jeanette's cheek
at lunch recess
just so
quick in and out

before she had time
to say or breathe
or feel the affects
to make her swoon

or sick or both
I scribbled
on the exercise page
in untidy scrawl

Reynard muttering
comments
about the cave girl's tits
about hair

under her arms
but I was focused
on Jeanette's line
of curve

the way her
narrow waist
went in and out
so narrow

I'd get my arms
all about
dark hair
on her shoulders

smooth
well brushed
or combed
the head

at an angle
as if to scrutinize
the writing
on the board

take in the words
and sense
and write it down
in her (I imagined

far finer hand
than mine
going by the smooth
movement

of her fingers and pen)
maybe I could
kiss her again
I thought

some place
some when.





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