Gallivanting
My Mum does not like me gallivanting
midweek, but you to me are so unique
I take the chance.
I acquiesce to your request to meet
down the street, precarious as the
descend may be
from the cherry tree in full bloom,
glimmering in the shimmering moon.
Outside my room.
I'm smitten 'though I ain't admittin',
so I act all cool and nonchalant
at our rendezvous.
It's obvious I lack finesse I guess.
You don't seem to mind as we entwine.
I'm in ecstasy.
That is until I hear Mum call out.
"In in a minute Mum" I shout.
One last kiss.x
10/05/2018
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2018
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