1963

MORNING TIME HEAD.

Baruch liked
Yehudit's eyes
the smile that lingered
waiting for her

 

seemed an eternity  
being with her
always seemed
too short a time

 

the walk
by the wood shed
the memory
of their first

 

smoke there
she almost choking
that first time
the path

 

through the woods
the trees tall
sky above
hardly seen

 

she by a tree
that time waiting
said she wanted to
but they didn't

 

not just yet
he said
the walk to the pond
warm weather

 

unlike that first time
when the frost
bit them
he waited

 

by the pond side
ducks swimming
disturbing
the water's skin

 

she lay once
beside him here
talked of sex
or what

 

she knew of it
what girls
at school said
what one girl

 

said it was like
he watched the ducks
smelt the weather's air
that first kiss

 

kisses followed
she and him
the moon shining
above them

 

he liked the way
she lay
on that bed
the sunlight

 

through the window
falling
on her breasts
he watched the sky

 

through
the tall trees
clouds passing
he liked her hand

 

in his
warm pulsing
fingers touching
undoing

 

doing
waiting seemed
an eternity
he often said

 

playing out
the last kiss
inside
his morning time head.

 

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HIS AFTERNOON HEAD.

Judy lies
on the double bed
having made love
for the second time round

 

that early afternoon
Benedict lies beside her
gazing out the window
at the afternoon sky

 

she talking about
the grocery store
and the customers
and the bottom pinching

 

manager
the creepy fart
she says
Benedict turns his gaze

 

to the profile
of her breast
knowing he shouldn't
but likes

 

her left one best
following the contour
of her ribs
and the pelvic sweep

 

the brown pubic patch
sticky
with semen leak
she eyeing

 

his hazel eyes
the quiff of hair
him laying there
his sleeping pecker

 

resting on the leg
he eyeing her thigh
the dark bite of love
the pantyline

 

still there
she saying
she'll have to go
her mother will wonder

 

why she wasn't home
on her half day off
from work
he saying yes

 

his mother'd be home
from work
on the next bus
from town

 

they share
a deep frown
no more love making
least not that day

 

she laying back
her skirt hitched up
around her waist
her blouse open

 

all the way down
her panties on the floor
by the bedroom door
one more kiss

 

before we go
she says
lips soft waiting
and meeting touch

 

she wanting to
but time running out
he wishing time
would stand still

 

to allow one more go
she noticing
the sleeping pecker
beginning to stir

 

their lips press
and tongues touch
soon to be going time
to stay too short

 

the afternoon sky
a cloudy grey
he kissing her
once more

 

wishing she could stay
not now
she says
another time and day

 

and so they rise
and dress
and she takes her leave
walking out

 

the back gate
and home
and he waving
her goodbye

 

goes back in
to make up
the double bed
carrying her image

 

and their love
in his afternoon head.

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