You both rode your bicycles
to the small church
along the lane
and parked your bikes


against a tree
in the churchyard
out of sight from the lane
will there be anyone in there?


Milka asked
as you tried
the old wooden door
don't think so


people only come here
one Sunday in the month
you said
you opened the door


and walked in
it smelt of damp
and oldness
and no one was there


you walked up the aisle
and looked at the old pews
and stained glass windows
people still come here?


she said
guess so
you said
kind of old isn't it


you stood looking
back at her
her dark hair
brought into a ponytail


her jeans and green top
do you like the place?
you said
for what?


she said
to visit
you said
been to better places


she said moodily
thought you
were going to take me


we could be alone
and kiss and such
she added
looking around the church


we are alone
you said
yes but hardly
the place to kiss


and do things
she said
we can kiss here
you said


then what?
she said
she walked down the aisle
looking about the place


you watched her
we could have ridden
to the pond place
and did more


she said
let's just sit
and get the feel
of the place


you said
she reluctantly walked
back to you
and you sat in


one of the pews together
I wonder how many couples
have walked down
this aisle as man and wife?


you said
a few unfortunate couples
I guess
she said


you smiled
some make a go of it
you said
don't get any ideas


she said
I'm not ready
for that stuff yet
do your brothers


still needle you
about going out
with me?
you asked


not any more
they got bored with it
in the end
besides you're


their friend
and I’m just their sister  
they said
you ought to see a quack


after going out with
she said unsmiling  
and my mother
trusts me with you


which is annoying
why annoying?
I wanted her to be worried
that I was doing things


and have her look at me
like I was a no good whore
you laughed
what for?


to see her reaction
she trusts me
you said
well she shouldn't


Milka said
not after
what we have been up to
it's not always


what you do
it's what people think you
do that makes them
judged you


you said
I don't like this place
she said
let's go elsewhere


you said
and so you got out
of the pews


and walked out
of the church
and got on your bikes
and rode off


into the Saturday morning air
giving her moving hips
as she rode
a happy stare.

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