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Old Scholars

by  Dele Campbell

Posted: Thursday, June 8, 2006
Word Count: 371
Summary: Two poems, Class Reunion, meeting with an old flame years later, and Shopping List, what every woman thinks about while she fills her shopping trolley (especially in the fruit section)




Class Reunion


I gently touched her arm
lured by the promise from

svelte curvature of neck

With deep unblinking gaze she turned
slight smile replaced

her hungry mouth and eyes

a stranger’s stillness
perfected her disguise




The deftness of those willing hands
her throaty gasping chuckle as
I tasted honeydew the underside
of breast’s rose petal skin

Pulsating body drowning in my arms

A soft spot in my heart
for always


Do I know you, she enquired






Shopping List

Will I feel it when he kisses me
Will my heart beat twice then flutter and turn
And then beat twice again
Will I feel it?

Soap

Will I feel it when his lips leave a trail of angel dust
upon my cheek sparking up
dead cells, deranging hormones, melting dreams
Will I feel it?

Cabbage

Will I feel it as he kissed my throat pressed soft lips
against my pulse will he hear my frenzied heart,
And when those magic fingers stroke my breast
Will I feel it?

Potatoes

Will I feel it as he gently puts his hand upon my waist
And leaves it there
And looks into my eyes and knows
Will I feel it?

Peaches

Will I feel it when he comes behind

His hand hot upon my back
Rumbles gently in my ear
Will I feel it?
Apples

Will I feel in the hairs
Of my neck and my ears swell reddening
When those hairs prick up will I
Will I feel it?
Melons

Will I feel it if he then places both his arms around my breasts
Gently clasps my pliant body gainst his chest,
his rugged manly self
Will I feel it?
Plums

When I touch him and I hear his breathing quicken
will I feel it
And see his face flush and his eyes drown with desire
Will I feel it?
Grapes

Will I feel it as he pressed a long strong thigh against my dimpled hips
And rubbed against a secret place
Long lost abandoned dispossessed
Will I feel it?
Wine

Will I feel it, will I feel it as I swoon in his embrace
Tender skin scraped raw with tough rough
Riding screaming had enough at last
Will I feel it?
Condoms