THEIR NAKEDNESS SEEN.

THEIR NAKEDNESS SEEN.

A Poem by Terry Collett
"

A YOUNG COUPLE HAVING MADE LOVE HAVE TO RUSH WHEN HIS MOTHER IS SEEN COMING.

"



He always thought

hers was a peasant's body

not as a critique

but by something


about the simplicity

of the way she walked

or stood or the way

she lay on the double bed


one hand resting

on her naked abdomen

her brown haired head

on a pillow at rest


the way one leg

was raised

one flat down

on the bed


the small area

of pubic hairs

he was by the window

of his bedroom


looking at the garden below

then up along the road

the afternoon sun

settling on the trees


aren't you coming

back to bed?

she said

still not satiated ?


he said smiling

sensing his pecker move

not of you

she said


or of Percy

if he's willing

he sniggered

at her nickname


for his pecker

the green bus went by

along the road

good God


he said

that's her bus

whose?

she said


my mother's bus

she’ll be here

in a few minutes

she lay there


open mouthed

uncertain of what

to say or do

you'll have to get up


and we'll go

before she wonders

what we were doing

up here


he said

she moved from the bed

as if in a daze

her nakedness complete


her breasts bobbing

her hands searching

around for her clothes

he moved faster


hurrying his dressing

taking quick glimpses

through the window

his mother was not


in view

he took a glance

at his lover

semi dressed


hair in a mess

her naked buttocks

disappearing

into cloth


he loved that final glimpse

of nakedness

that final sight

of bare flesh


his mother was in sight

along the road

quick

he said


downstairs

and she grabbed

her stockings

and shoes


and followed him

down the stairs

two at a time

her bare feet


sensing the cold floor

through the kitchen

and out the back door

along the brick pathway


he closed the door

and locked

and put the key

back under the mat


and speedily

followed his lover

into the woods

the ground prickling


beneath his feet

and she smiling

out of breath

hiding behind


the old shed

putting on her stockings

and he wondering

how it may have been


if his mother

had caught them

making love

and their nakedness seen.

He always thought

hers was a peasant's body

not as a critique

but by something


about the simplicity

of the way she walked

or stood or the way

she lay on the double bed


one hand resting

on her naked abdomen

her brown haired head

on a pillow at rest


the way one leg

was raised

one flat down

on the bed


the small area

of pubic hairs

he was by the window

of his bedroom


looking at the garden below

then up along the road

the afternoon sun

settling on the trees


aren't you coming

back to bed?

she said

still not satiated ?


he said smiling

sensing his pecker move

not of you

she said


or of Percy

if he's willing

he sniggered

at her nickname


for his pecker

the green bus went by

along the road

good God


he said

that's her bus

whose?

she said


my mother's bus

she’ll be here

in a few minutes

she lay there


open mouthed

uncertain of what

to say or do

you'll have to get up


and we'll go

before she wonders

what we were doing

up here


he said

she moved from the bed

as if in a daze

her nakedness complete


her breasts bobbing

her hands searching

around for her clothes

he moved faster


hurrying his dressing

taking quick glimpses

through the window

his mother was not


in view

he took a glance

at his lover

semi dressed


hair in a mess

her naked buttocks

disappearing

into cloth


he loved that final glimpse

of nakedness

that final sight

of bare flesh


his mother was in sight

along the road

quick

he said


downstairs

and she grabbed

her stockings

and shoes


and followed him

down the stairs

two at a time

her bare feet


sensing the cold floor

through the kitchen

and out the back door

along the brick pathway


he closed the door

and locked

and put the key

back under the mat


and speedily

followed his lover

into the woods

the ground prickling


beneath his feet

and she smiling

out of breath

hiding behind


the old shed

putting on her stockings

and he wondering

how it may have been


if his mother

had caught them

making love

and their nakedness seen.

He always thought

hers was a peasant's body

not as a critique

but by something


about the simplicity

of the way she walked

or stood or the way

she lay on the double bed


one hand resting

on her naked abdomen

her brown haired head

on a pillow at rest


the way one leg

was raised

one flat down

on the bed


the small area

of pubic hairs

he was by the window

of his bedroom


looking at the garden below

then up along the road

the afternoon sun

settling on the trees


aren't you coming

back to bed?

she said

still not satiated ?


he said smiling

sensing his pecker move

not of you

she said


or of Percy

if he's willing

he sniggered

at her nickname


for his pecker

the green bus went by

along the road

good God


he said

that's her bus

whose?

she said


my mother's bus

she’ll be here

in a few minutes

she lay there


open mouthed

uncertain of what

to say or do

you'll have to get up


and we'll go

before she wonders

what we were doing

up here


he said

she moved from the bed

as if in a daze

her nakedness complete


her breasts bobbing

her hands searching

around for her clothes

he moved faster


hurrying his dressing

taking quick glimpses

through the window

his mother was not


in view

he took a glance

at his lover

semi dressed


hair in a mess

her naked buttocks

disappearing

into cloth


he loved that final glimpse

of nakedness

that final sight

of bare flesh


his mother was in sight

along the road

quick

he said


downstairs

and she grabbed

her stockings

and shoes


and followed him

down the stairs

two at a time

her bare feet


sensing the cold floor

through the kitchen

and out the back door

along the brick pathway


he closed the door

and locked

and put the key

back under the mat


and speedily

followed his lover

into the woods

the ground prickling


beneath his feet

and she smiling

out of breath

hiding behind


the old shed

putting on her stockings

and he wondering

how it may have been


if his mother

had caught them

making love

and their nakedness seen.

© 2013 Terry Collett


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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

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Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..

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