Love Poem: Teenaged Niche
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Written by: Sigrid Ermine

Teenaged Niche

Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon


Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From boys' school nearby, the greener gender pasture
Glance at my rolled up skirt spoke to thoughts sordid 
His fleeting grin sent collapsing knees, mates' laughter


In typical teenage fashion for the times, mid nineties
Before social media blinked million comment designation 
Our exchange over months limited to several niceties
Emptying bus afternoon he asked me out, supreme elation 


Profile examined in mirror the evening of our due movie
Re primped the pair of socks boosting breasts non existant
Had my (only) half decent outfit chosen for past two weeks 
Prospect of dating Damon held no heart slowing assistance


Uneventful night pursued, spun by overwhelming innocence
Being too naive to encourage moves, nerves running riot
Our chaeffered lifts to cinemas knew no lip warming kiss
Closely guarded phone each evening, obstinately quiet


A month later,  bus reverberated his revised standards 
Update explained to his mates, his tastes were narrowing
One percent of girls bore requirements Damon demanded
Variety other than curvaceous blonde, saw attention souring 


Perfunctory level of awareness, lack of inner dignity
Allowed me to continue, lust bound, blindly desiring 
During next year, Damon must have woken to scarcity
Blonde eligible youngsters for his affection aspiring


Mirror had become a somewhat closer companion
Make up added maturity, curves came, and confidence
Outside brick walled front of school, squinted in sun
Damon boldly suggested our courting should recommence 


Sideways glance with my fiend, Suzie, enclosed chapters
Desperately I pleaded with my fifteen year old foolishness
To keep a straight face as I turned him down, lustre lacking 
"I don't know, " faux deep thought, " Chance is one percent"! 



                       2nd August 2020

           Dusty Old Memories Poem Contest 

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