Sophia's Glow 1969 Poem by Terry Collett

Benny and I
had sex
on the late
Mr Cutt's bed.

The bed was creaky
so we had to be careful
that no one heard us.

Then after
he thought he heard
someone call him
so he dressed
and went off
to see who it was.

I got off the bed
and picking up
my underclothes
I put them on quickly
in case someone
came to the room.

I combed my hair
with my fingers
in the small mirror
over the sink.

The sky was blue
and clouds went past.

I heard voices
in the passageway.

Benny's
and someone else.

Once I was sure
no one was about
I left the room
taking my duster
and polish
with me
and the bed tidied.

I walked along
to the next room
to be dusted
and polished
and cleaned.

I sensed
a stickiness below
and a warm
satisfying glow.