young love

In younger days and naiveté.

my lies, liquor in the locker,

and fantasies. Long legs,

short skirt, front row,

pen between your teeth

and your name haunted me

as though it were my own.

 

We were fresh, day-glow painted,

cut-class gypsies

with tie-dyed minds.

Clowns in a medieval play,

mocking psychedelic phantoms,

landing unscathed from

shadows whispering Halloween.

 

Touched lips and hands

blurred to ours,

hid us from hollow stares,

all that I saw was your vision

as it smuggled the glow,

steeled the space

between green eyes and mine.

 

Far away now as maps allow,

but permanent on the horizon,

zephyrs of sweet breath

your spice always the faint

taste in my mouth –

anticipation my recourse

around every new corner.

 

4 comments

  1. Craig,

    “day-glow painted,
    cut-class gypsies
    with tie-dyed minds.”

    You are truly a maestro..

    “anticipation my recourse
    around every new corner.”

    As long as there is poetry there is hope…
    for good, for love, for peace.

    Your poem could be about any era’s
    coming of age, but for me it paints
    the 60s in ‘day-glow’. I love it!

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Craig

    Some of my favorite lines are the one’s Sarah quoted along with that fantastic ending. This takes the reader on a nostalgic journey back to high school or earlier and the awakening of one’s passion, identity and even
    insecurity. The descriptions in this piece are vivid and very relatable. Thanks so much for sharing this poem.

    And as I said before, that ending really haunts with its trace of fragrant longing and memory —

    Far away now as maps allow,

    but permanent on the horizon,

    zephyrs of sweet breath

    your spice always the faint

    taste in my mouth –

    anticipation my recourse

    around every new corner.

    thanks so much for sharing
    my best
    Wendy

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