Milton Johanides

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Back then, last year of school,
Sylvia was important to me,
Both directing my dreams and starring in them.
I first saw her in the late spring,
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One night I dreamt of Aphrodite on the shore
Goddess from the Cypriot west
Stained with the blood of her castrated father
Sperm like surf on the giant sea
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3.

All lives operate on more than one level
And I suppose I was no different in that respect
What was strange in my case
Was the distance between those levels
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I don´t know when the dreams made me dangerous
But they did
And I remember many things which may or may not have happened
An old man´s face peering
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In the deep dark depths of another instalment
She shows me the power of her interior regalement
And stalking me with those big blue eyes
She promises heaven from her thundery thighs
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Knowing you has been fun
I hope you don´t think that´s dumb
You didn´t hesitate to
Let me gravitate to
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When I read this
It wasn't me
When I sang this
It wasn't me
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The rich are getting restless
In this green and pleasant land
Guilt leaves a lonely feeling
When you see the outstretched hand
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Milton Johanides Biography

Johanides is a Greek English poet living in Spain. He writes and publishes articles and poetry about every aspect of life and love. He is a modern Christian.)

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First Kiss

Back then, last year of school,
Sylvia was important to me,
Both directing my dreams and starring in them.
I first saw her in the late spring,
Squeezing past the bus conductor to take the steps
Up to the top deck of the one-two-nine bus into town,
Short school skirt swaying as she climbed.
By the time she got to the top it was heaven
Legs like pillars of sculpted ice.
We were sixteen.
I followed her up and found a seat with a perfect view.
With Sylvia the views were always perfect
The tops of trees in the park turning pink
Against bundles of white cumulus
The black and white of Tudor gables lining the streets
And Sylvia´s quickly maturing bosom pressed tight against her blouse.
Weeks later, by chance, she walked into our disco
And I pinched myself to make sure I wasn´t dreaming
She turned heads and my mates started slapping each other on the back
I just waited...
On the disco safari they always found me
Falling for my big kissable lips, grappling hook of black greasy hair,
I don´t know what, but all I had to do was wait,
And there she was
Watching me.
Nothing more.
We let our eyes do the talking.
I gave my mates the finger and joined her by the bar where they served beer in cola bottles.
I loved the way they all looked stunned
The Trollope sixth form boys
As she rested her hand on my shoulder.
Later she got flustered and bunched in on herself
Trying to fend me off but at the same time hoping I would stay.
In the end everything went right.
I held her attention with the force of my desire.
I took her back to her house in Dagenham
As far as her front door
And got my first kiss,
Nothing more.

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