as you walked
up the lane
to the church
Judith stood still
by the hedgerow
and let others
pass by
and once they'd gone
she pulled some mistletoe
out of the pocket
of her winter coat
and held it
over you head
and kissed your lips
and you held her there
with what seemed
sparks and lights
exploding in your head
and her free hand
was on your back
and yours
were around her waist
the lips sucked in tight
and there was skin on skin
wet on wet
warmth on warmth
despite
the wintery sky
and cold outside
and a car hooted
and went by
but you didn't care
you and she
just held in there
breath held
breathing gone
head swimming
eyes shut tight
against the day
the darkness of love
opening up
to that inner light
that god bless us
kind of light
that walking on air
sort of feeling
and then
you opened your eyes
and she moved away
that expression
of what next
on her face
her lips half open
her tongue lying
on her lower lip
and you both stood
waiting for something
wanting something
and she said
I dreamt of you last night
dreamt you crept
into my room
and stood by my bed
on tiptoe so as not
to wake my sister
then you climbed
into my bed
and snuggled up close
and I eased out
the cold in you
the cold from the night
and dark room
and she paused
her lips open
her tongue so beautiful
just there
and her eyes
all lit up
and you said
staring at the mistletoe
held above her head
I never dreamt
what you dreamt
I wish I had
I dreamt of Marilyn Monroe
and me standing in line
for her autograph
then just when it got
to my turn she'd gone
and there was only
my bedroom
and the blue walls
and cold air
but you weren't there
wish you were wish
I'd been in your room
and in your bed
snuggled close
and warm and near
and Judith said
shame about your dream
mine was better
we made love quietly
so as not to wake
my sister
and she smiled
and you drew her close
and held her tight
and kissed her.
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