Tessa And Molly 1997 Poem by Terry Collett

Tessa put on
the Mozart Requiem CD
and relaxed
on the old sofa
in her student room.

Molly
was sitting there
beside her
having watched Tessa
move from the sofa
and put on the CD.

How her hips swayed
as she walked
and how
she knelt down slightly
to open
the CD player top
and slip in the CD
a sight of thighs
caught her eyes.

I love this Requiem
Tessa said
I want this
at my funeral
or rather
the first aspect of it
not the whole of course
or people will
have fallen asleep.

Molly smiled
hopefully you've
a wait before that.

Yes I hope so too
Tessa said.

Molly wished
Tessa was sitting
on her bed.

She was last time
she came
and it was a buzz
sitting there beside her
knowing that in
a different world
they could have
made out.

Only Tessa wasn't
into girls
but that boring
boyfriend of hers
whom she said
she loved
but who was probably
having it off
with any girl
willing to
at his university
if she knew him.

I prefer Jazz
Molly said
but won't bother
having any music
or hymns played
at my funeral
as I won't be alive
to hear it.

But you will
be there in spirit
Tessa said.

I don't believe
that nonsense
Molly said
once you're dead
you're dead.

Tessa frowned
how can you
believe that?
How can you
believe nothing?

That's how I am
dead means dead
Molly said.

The Mozart
played on
as Tessa lectured
on about her faith.

Molly watched
her lips speak
and her small breasts
move beneath
the tight pink tee shirt
and Molly
thought Tessa
a little teasing flirt.