Ponderings from Beaufort St – 19th
August 2013
He smiled a thousand
smiles
A childhood smile of
sheer delight
Navigating the first
awkward steps
Of walking hand in
hand
He held her hand with
proud resolve
A knight in school
uniform
He’d risked his heart
Now held his prize
with slight surprise
He held her hand with
eyes alert
In case he had to step
aside
The pride was for
himself
Not her.
He held her hand, but
not too close
Their bodies did not
touch, for
Lust and desire had
not closed
The corners of his
smile
They walked hand in
hand
Old enough to love
Young in uniforms
Of segregated schools
Somewhere on the way
to school
Tomorrow or Wednesday
Thursday or Friday
He will take a step
And cross the Rubicon
into maleness
Innocent love will
entwine with lust
And love being not so
innocent
May be less willing to
risk his heart
And she? Will she find
Another knight and
Search his eyes to see
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