Warm At Night 1962 Poem by Terry Collett

Benedict saw Yiska
coming towards him
as he stepped
from the school bus.

She looked jaded
hair brushed badly.

He smiled
as she came to him
passing other kids.

How are you?
He said.

Better for seeing you
she replied
can we go
some where alone?

He nodded
and they walked
out the back
behind the science lab.

what's up?
He said.

Mother and her
moans and groans
Yiska said
ever since
I got up.

He raised his eyebrows
and why are we
here alone?
He said.

She leaned close
and kissed him.

I needed that
she said.

She kissed
him again.

He sensed
her wet lips
on his
her body closer
her small breasts
pressed against
his chest.

The bell rang
from the playground.

Best go
he said.

Guess so
she said softly.

She quickly kissed
him again
and then walked off
in a flurry of hair
and skirt
and out of sight.

He wrapped up
the memory
of the kisses and hugs
to keep him warm
that wintry night.