The mystery of female genitals

"I saw her knickers !"
"Liar."
"Yes, I did."
"What colour then ?"
"They're white."
They always were.
It was a time of shortage after the war.
We sat cross-legged upon a wooden floor
and shivered in the cold assembly hall,
whispering behind our guarding hands that hid
our guilty curiosity, two small
boys nudging each other to puberty.
The lady teacher demonstrating dance
paused to adjust her skirt. We knew of course
that girls lacked willies; what they had instead
seemed nothing much. We hardly gave a glance
at their groins. Women though had breasts which led
us to suppose there might be something rare
behind the veil of their underwear.

Incident at the Tate

" he'll certainly die and then I'll go to prison "
Certainly that would-be murderer of a little boy
was obsessed by the idea of killing a child.
But sane enough to know that he would live
after his conviction rather than be executed.
But what if that teenager had known for certain
that he would be put to death for the murder
instead of living a cared-for life in prison ?
Would the death penalty have been a deterrent ?

Love that loses
never chooses,
lets itself be led

with kind smiles
or by lust's wiles
into trouble's bed.

JSQ

Two young boys noticed some sweets
on the ground by the jumble sale queue
obviously unfit to eat
and pondered what to do;
furtive whispers and shuffling feet
decided some stamping was due.

Gleefully they stomped a dance
with vocal accompaniment too
having fun with no backward glance
but trepidation grew;
adults looked at them askance
fearing trouble would brew.

Enter a toddler who didn't hide
his intention to join the crew
clearly set on a course to collide
but mother had him in view;
"Elijah ! Step aside. Step aside."
and he wobbled back to the queue.

Because you begin to obsess me
I think I had better explain
this passion that starts to possess me
will bring less pleasure than pain.

What starts as a little flirtation
with honesty rather than lies
can soon become infatuation
with caution cast to the skies.

Despite that your smile enthralls me,
your youthfulness tempts me so,
your personality calls me,
I grieve to let myself go.

I find myself wanting to see you;
your presence brightens my day
but I certainly ought to flee you
because there's too much to pay.

You need to be courted by young men,
some charming and vigorous lad
first suitor, next lover and last then
dependable husband and dad.

How beautiful the colour of blood is on the white paper;
how vibrantly it dyes the toilet bowl water.
Nothing unusual for women to see in menstruation
but beauty with fear for me in defecation.

I live in Now, a narrow space
forgetting how I reached this place.
Important then to understand
what happened when and why some planned
events in Past did not succeed
while others last and far exceed
the aims of Soon where hopes reside
and wants balloon till all collide.
The Future sings a siren tune
but what it brings may prove no boon.
The way ahead is never clear;
safer instead to shelter here
in Now and let the Past expand
though I forget much that it spanned.
But Now moves on while Past extends
till Future's gone and living ends.