In Between Lessons 1962 Poem by Terry Collett

Seeking out a little nook,
we squeezed into a doorway
that was mostly locked.

Kids passed on their way
to lessons; none saw it,
or if they did, kept dumn.

You kissed me quick,
greedily, as if I were prey
easily caught. I remember
your lips: soft and damp,
tasting of you and peppermint.

I felt your body close to mine:
the lumps and bumps and
moving bits. The bell rang again.

We had to part and go our
way to classes and lessons.
I watched you go out of sight.

I would capture all of you
that night, in bed alone, with
bright moon and wind's moan.