Sheila's Dream 1962 Poem by Terry Collett

Sheila had
a troubled expression.

We were sitting
on the playing field
at lunch recess.

Sun shining
blue skies
white clouds drifting.

I dreamed about you
last night
she said.

I saw Rolland
score a good goal
the goal keep
was asleep.

I looked at her
what I do?

She hesitated
and looked away.

I took in her small
but neat bulbs.

She said
kissed me.

I looked
at her knees
poking out
the end
of her skirt.

Where'd I kiss you?
I said.

In my dream
she replied.

I know that
but where on you
did I kiss you?

O I see
she smiled
reddening
on my lips
she said.

Did I do
anything else?

She frowned
we held hands
she said.

I nodded
there was a roar
the other side
had scored a goal
Rolland
was not happy.

Would you?
she said.

Would I what?
I said
looking back
at her.

Kiss me
she said shyly.

What here?
I said
not thinking it
a good idea
with the guys about.

No somewhere quiet
she said.

Guess so
if you want me to
I said.

I do if you
want to
she said
looking at me
through wire
framed glasses.

I do
but not here
I said.

She smiled
and touched
my hand
with hers.

I hoped the guys
never saw
so made
a quick withdraw.

Look I got to go
see you later
some place quiet.

(If the guys
saw me kiss
there'd be a riot.)