Terry Collett

Gold Star - 23,078 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

Interruption 1963 - Poem by Terry Collett

He turns to me
and gazes at me
her bed creaks
as she moves

you're lucky Mum's off
seeing my auntie Pat
Yehudit says
otherwise we'd not
be here
wouldn't dare
be here
she adds

I put my hand
on her thigh
warm thigh
soft and naked
she kisses me

I say
I can't imagine us
being here otherwise
well I can
but in a dangerous mission
kind of way

the bed creaks
as we move again
a chest of drawers
is by the window
a tall boy over by
her sister's bed
(who is at school)
there's a dressing table
at the foot of her bed

her small hand
touches my back
lucky for you Benny
that it's my half day
off work too
she says

lot of luck us being here
I say

she smiles
indeed it is
she says

what if one of your brothers
comes home early
what then?
I say

no chance they're at work
on a farm too far off
to come home for lunch
she says

you hope
I say

no you hope
she says smiling
moving her hand
to my pecker
and teasing it

I look over at the clock
on the dressing table
it's 2.15pm now
how long have we
before someone shows?
I say

she teases more
my pecker stirs
no one here until
my sister comes home
from school about
4pm or so
she says

I move my hand
from her thigh
to her ass
and kiss her lips

just as she is about
to turn onto her back
there's a sound downstairs
and she sits up
and stares at me
what's that?
she says

I sit up and cock
my head for sounds
more sounds of movement

someone's here
she says
jumping from bed
and gesturing me
to do so

I get off the bed
and look for my clothes

get dressed
she whispers
and begins to dress
as quick as she undressed

I dress as quick as I can
and put on a
what am I doing here?
kind of face

her face is one of alarm
her movement rushed
once we are dressed
she walks to the bedroom door
and opens it slowly
and walks out
onto the landing
and listens intently

stay here
she whispers

I stay behind the door
(brave sod that I am)

she walks down the stairs
one foot at a time
(the stairs creak
at each step)
she walks around downstairs

I listen
my ear to the door

o it's you Tibby
she says
it's only Tibby
she says
up the stairs to me
the darn cat

I sigh
feeling relief
like one thinking
he was about to die.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2015



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