Christina And You And The Great Wild Out Of Doors. Poem by Terry Collett

Christina sat
on the playing field
with a small group of friends
their laughter

giggling over
towards you
as you made your way
to see her after lunch

in recess
when she saw you coming
she got up
brushed down

her green skirt
and white blouse
open at the neck
revealing a hint

of small breasts
and walked towards you
leaving a chatter
of voices behind her

she swaying her hips
as she'd seen
in some black
and white movie

some dame do
and when she got to you
she stood gazing at you
her eyes feeding

on what she saw
how's it going?
you asked
all right

she replied
her fingers fidgeting
in front of her
let's go over

by the fence
you said
away from ears
and eyes

sure
she said
and walked beside you
as you walked

her hand
hanging loose beside her
near touching yours
the skin brushing

against each
as you walked
she talked
of the boring maths lesson

and old Parrot
giving it all that
she gestured
a beak

with the fingers
of her hand
her other hand
taking hold of yours

you sensing her hand
warming into yours
sensual
radiating feelings

old and new
down your spine
and nerves
she laughed

when you told
of how Parrot
threw chalk at you
in class for talking

and how you caught
the chalk
and handed it back to him
and all the time

you took in
her face
her eyes
the line

of her jaw
her lips
like small bubbles
of flesh waiting

to be pressed
into service
and at the back
of your mind

Reynard's words
about her back
in class during science
when the teacher

showed a picture
of some erupting volcano
and Reynard said
she'd like that inside her

that bit you see
at recess
but there beside her
all you wanted

was to place the kiss
the lips waiting
your heart racing
and she

by the fence leaning
gazing at you
the bright eyes
still feeding

her lips opening
and closing
as words came
and left

and you leaned in close
and sealed them
with yours
and all seemed silent

about you
in that great
wild
out of doors.