Reflections On The Opposite Sex

Exciting split-second glances

Across the classroom stupor

As teacher erases algebra

With the speed of an arthritic window cleaner.

Then, opening doors for

The one who has captured your affection;

Dodging sawdust piles in the corridor

Into the freedom of playtime.

 

You cram eternity into fifteen minutes

Hoping love will linger

By the gnarled old crab apple tree

Or behind the grotty bikesheds –

You catch a quick cheeky kiss

Like the first butterfly of summer.

 

Heaven has come to school…

(extract from the poem Playground Love by Clive Price)