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MILKA'S MOODS.
The trouble I had
getting out
this morning
Milka said
as she met you
by the bridge
her bicycle
resting
against the hedge
her hair unkempt
her eyes ablaze
the jeans
and bright red top
hands on hips
cigarette hanging
from her lower lip
she(her mother)
giving me
the 3rd degree
where was I going
and why?
and O
I could have
pulled my hair out
and stuffed it
here she paused
and breathed in deep
and said
good to see you
she added
blowing out
and trying on
a smile for size
hi
you said
not been
a good start then
no
she said
had to rush around
like a blue arsed fly
to get the chores
done in time
and then I had
to creep out
before she knew
I'd gone
and my brothers
didn't help
they knew
I was meeting you
but still they
egged her on
you smiled
yes that's what
brothers do
I guess
not funny
she said
seeing you smile
I wanted to see you
and after the last time
and well
that parting kiss
left a lot
to be desired
you stopped smiling
and put on an
I’m sorry I smiled
kind of face
and yes I should have
left with a better kiss
kind of look
so where
are we going then?
you said
not the cinema
sitting in the dark
watching others smooch
while we sit there
like dummies
eating popcorn
or ice creams
wasting
valuable time
she said
OK
you said
what about we ride
to the big river
and sit beside it
and catch up
on some
serious kissing
and talking
and stuff
stuff?
she said frowning
stuff?
you know
cuddling and such
she pulled a face
and then went
and got her bike
and you both rode
along the lane
to the main road
then rode further
until you came
to the big river
and dismounted
and walked along side
the river bank
pushing the bikes
she still silent
the air fresh
birds in the trees
and flying
now and then
across
the wide river
and she laid
her bike down
and sat
on the grass
by the river bank
the bushes
giving shelter
the river running
at a steady pace
you sat beside her
taking in
her stare
her silence
like the grave
her hands
on her knees
her knees together
you ever fished here?
you asked
no
she said
not here
the smaller river
with my brothers
when I was younger
she looked at you
her eyes
scanning you
it's not you
I’m angry with
its her
(her mother)
all this
where are you going
and why stuff
makes me so boiling
so I could bite
my arm
kind of thing
she said
then smiled
and you smiled too
yes I guess
people get you
that way at times
and she sighed
and looked out
at the water
the air breathed in
and you looking
at the sky
said
it's going
to be a good day
and kissed her shoulder
and she turned
and kissed your lips
and the whole
my mother
doesn't understand me
and I could stuff
my pulled out hair
up her arse
kind of thought
drifted away
on the kissing lips
and eyes closed
and hands resting
and hugging each other
you smelling
her perfume
(her mother's borrowed)
and she forgetting
and forgiving
her mother.
