first form, co-ed boarding school,
untested, apartheid gender rules –
in boys’ common room time spent,
shy eyes passed, O heaven-sent!
emotion-injected, glad to be alive.
spine-shivering songs, Jackson Five.
totally naieve, this first form boy,
subtle clues missed, giggle-girl ploy,
finally, secret word got through:
that second form girl fancies you!
such a sweet, dark eyed doe
distant dark sheds beckoned so.
well hidden, one evening illicit
lying on cushions kindly complicit;
adolescent electricity shock sparked
pubescent passion in cobwebbed dark,
my enthusiastic gaze so blinding
kisses but no finger button finding.
Ecstatic I coyly cuddled Carol
(reader, this romance will unravel)
stupid sweet nothings shyly uttered,
emotional anarchy, vowels cluttered;
sweaty palms gripped by your gloves
– damn Donny Osmond and Puppy Love!
too late! no teacher’s torch spotted
our tangle, Carol no longer besotted,
farewell, sweet second form senior girl;
au revoir, sweet heart-crushing dark curls
– why hadn’t this boy bitten his lip?
damning her response: “Louis, you drip!”