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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Monday Morning On The Bus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mona sits on the school bus, <br>the noise of the other children <br>seems far away, she is indulging </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in her thoughts. Lisa will get <br>on the bus soon. Her closeness <br>again. Sitting just here. Next to </div><div style="margin:10px 0">me, Mona muses, patting the <br>seat next to her. The evening <br>before they had parted after </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the tea. The bedroom romp <br>had filled her up. Each moment <br>seems to relive in her mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks out of the window, <br>passing countryside, cows in <br>fields, trees, birds. They had </div><div style="margin:10px 0">almost drowned in the downpour <br>of rain from the woods to the <br>house the afternoon before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drenched to the skin. Get out <br>of those wet clothes, they had <br>been told by a parent. And they </div><div style="margin:10px 0">did so. That started it all off. <br>Naked and drying. How had it <br>got that far? She thinks, watching </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a girl on the other side of the <br>aisle of the bus talk about <br>watching such and such on TV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wonders how Lisa feels now. <br>The day after. After such things, <br>such sights, such deeds. The bus </div><div style="margin:10px 0">draws to a stop. Others get on. <br>Lisa comes up the aisle and sits <br>beside her. She smiles and fiddles </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with her school bag. Her fingers <br>nervous, like spiders on the run. <br>Sleep all right? Mona asks. Yes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lisa answers. Their eyes meet. <br>Mona feels a thump in her breast; <br>her heart seems to want to burst </div><div style="margin:10px 0">open. Lisa leans closer. Dreamt of <br>you, she whispers. Did you? Mona <br>says, taking in Lisa lips moving, her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">eyes, the nose. Lisa nods. Looks <br>around her. The bus moves on. <br>Mona wants to speak but her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">mouth seems sealed. Lisa turns <br>again and looks at her. Seems <br>strange now seeing her clothed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">after the nakedness and kissing <br>and holding. Lisa puts her hand <br>over Mona's, squeezes, touches, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">flesh on flesh. Mona breathes <br>in deeply. The touch, the feel <br>of her. She thinks of the last kiss </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the night before. Not now of <br>course. Not with others about. <br>Not here. They seem in a different </div><div style="margin:10px 0">world to the others. Adrift on <br>their own ship, wild seas. Waves <br>of passion inside. They look away </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each to a different horizon. Love <br>locked. Hands touching, skin on <br>skin. Father O'Brien would call it sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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the noise of the other children 
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in her thoughts. Lisa will get 
on the bus soon. Her closeness 
again. Sitting just here. Next to 

me, Mona muses, patting the 
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