IF HE HAD 1961.
Posted: November 16th, 2015, 3:31 am
Lizbeth got back home
after seeing Benny in town
as he was there
as usual with his mother
Saturday shopping
and he'd gone with her
to the small cafe
in the high street
and they'd talked
and she had placed
her knee against his
under the table
and wished to do
a lot more
but she couldn't
take him home
because her mother
was there all day
and had no where
to take him for sex
even if he would
so on getting back home
her mother said
where have you been?
out shopping
Lizbeth said
her mother studied her
what did you buy then
you have no bags?
nothing didn't see
what I wanted
well I did
but couldn't get it
she gazed at her mother's
sour face
waste of time
going then
you could have
been here helping me
with chores
the mother said
what chores?
Lizbeth said
make your bed
tidy your room
bring down
your soiled linen
and help me
with the polishing
the mother said miserably
Lizbeth sighed
where do I start?
your room for a start
it's in a terrible state
with clothes
on the floor
plate and cup
and the records
just laying there
and the bed unmade
the mother said
so Lizbeth went up
the stairs
poking a tongue
at her mother's back
and entered her bedroom
and went and lay
on the bed
and lay on her back
and thought of Benny
and what it could
have been like
if he had come
and what they could
have done
had he come
she closed her eyes
and pretended
it was his fingers
walking down her thighs
his fingers rubbing
along her skin
she pursed her lips
and imagined his lips
against hers
and blew a kiss
softly and soundlessly
then she pretended
it was his fingers
lifting her blue skirt hem
lifting slowly
his other fingers
touching her
music began
from downstairs
classical stuff
some dame singing
some operatic aria
and her mother's
croaky voice
joining in
making a din
and she paused
his fingers
just as they touched
her Garden of Eve
and opened her eyes
and he had gone
and the dame still singing
with her mother
and she stared
at the ceiling
with a sad
depressing feeling.
after seeing Benny in town
as he was there
as usual with his mother
Saturday shopping
and he'd gone with her
to the small cafe
in the high street
and they'd talked
and she had placed
her knee against his
under the table
and wished to do
a lot more
but she couldn't
take him home
because her mother
was there all day
and had no where
to take him for sex
even if he would
so on getting back home
her mother said
where have you been?
out shopping
Lizbeth said
her mother studied her
what did you buy then
you have no bags?
nothing didn't see
what I wanted
well I did
but couldn't get it
she gazed at her mother's
sour face
waste of time
going then
you could have
been here helping me
with chores
the mother said
what chores?
Lizbeth said
make your bed
tidy your room
bring down
your soiled linen
and help me
with the polishing
the mother said miserably
Lizbeth sighed
where do I start?
your room for a start
it's in a terrible state
with clothes
on the floor
plate and cup
and the records
just laying there
and the bed unmade
the mother said
so Lizbeth went up
the stairs
poking a tongue
at her mother's back
and entered her bedroom
and went and lay
on the bed
and lay on her back
and thought of Benny
and what it could
have been like
if he had come
and what they could
have done
had he come
she closed her eyes
and pretended
it was his fingers
walking down her thighs
his fingers rubbing
along her skin
she pursed her lips
and imagined his lips
against hers
and blew a kiss
softly and soundlessly
then she pretended
it was his fingers
lifting her blue skirt hem
lifting slowly
his other fingers
touching her
music began
from downstairs
classical stuff
some dame singing
some operatic aria
and her mother's
croaky voice
joining in
making a din
and she paused
his fingers
just as they touched
her Garden of Eve
and opened her eyes
and he had gone
and the dame still singing
with her mother
and she stared
at the ceiling
with a sad
depressing feeling.
