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At Sunday, noon, they’re all asleep ..
I’d like to find the coffee pot
The sleeping bodies here and there ..
The weekend seemed to go so fast ..
I think I’ll stick with my old crowd,
I wish that I had stayed at home ..
I didn’t want to come at all ..
That man in bed .. what was his name?
It’s funny that I fell like that ..
I guess I’ll give up .. go to bed.
He’s calling me, "Where are you, Girl?"
I see him waiting there for me
I climb back into bed with him ..
So tenderly he pulls me down,
We slowly sink into the world
Our love complete, he holds me close
"You know, I think I love you,"says
"Please say you’ll see me all next week?"
He stirs beside me, skin to skin ..
Jacqueline Allen
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I don’t know what to do.
The bathroom door is blocked right off ..
I’ve tripped on someone’s shoe.
Or have a cup of tea ..
How odd to feel so all alone ..
The first one up is me.
I don’t know all their names ..
I listened to their acid rock
But stayed out of their games.
The new week’s just ahead ..
Why do I feel so all alone?
I should have stayed in bed!
They’re not as wild as this.
I didn’t think I’d land in bed
From just a friendly kiss.
My old life seems so tame.
I wonder if it leaves a scar ..
Will I be quite the same?
A girlfriend said I should.
I asked if I could leave at will ..
She said of course I could.
He took me with great ease.
He’d obviously been around
And thought I was a tease.
I thought I had more sense.
When he first layed me on the bed,
I wasn’t even tense.
He seems to be awake.
Last night I was a virgin but
I’ve nothing more at stake.
Can’t he recall my name?
At Sunday, noon, while they’re asleep,
I’ll never be the same.
Between the rumpled sheets.
I think of making love last night ..
It makes my heart skip beats.
His arms he opens wide.
Does a young girl feel like this
The night she is a bride?
His body pressed to mine.
He kisses me with open mouth ..
His lips still taste of wine.
That only lovers share.
Beyond this room we’re strangers, but,
For now, we really care.
And smokes a cigarette.
No matter what my new life brings,
This man I’ll not forget.
This man with deep blue eyes.
"I may not know you well just yet,
But I’m not telling lies."
I weakly answer, "Yes."
The outcome of our romance, well,
We’ll both just have to guess.
We both drift off to sleep.
At Sunday, noon .. at Sunday, noon,
Contentment is complete.
27/10/74
