Polly

Writings and Witterings

All The Girls And Boys

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Lips to lips, smooth as satin,
squash against teeth;
mouths open
tentative tongues touch and retreat.
Hands cup and curl on earlobes, creep
to cradle napes of necks;
that feeling spirals upwards like smoke.
Eye to eye: should they be closed?
Hair is stroked, soft curls spring
under searching fingers.
‘Morningtown Ride,’
โ€”innocence and sunshine.
Train whistles,
not beneath blankets
but on the sofa.
Mum and Dad are out.

Polly Stretton ยฉ 2014

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12 thoughts on “All The Girls And Boys

  1. Sneaky teens. Always up to mischief. Good one. Polly

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  2. Uh oh, naughty teenagers. You captured it perfectly. Next you’ll have to write a poem about Mom and Dad’s reaction when they walk through the door and spot the mischief. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. That takes me back… Charming and evocative.

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  4. Polly, you may have a theme going here. From Carrie’s suggestion (each parent’s own thoughts) to each of the young couple (inner thoughts) and then again several decades later… Perhaps even that of a spying sibling? ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. Love it Polly! Dare I say “been there”?! ๐Ÿ˜„ x

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