From what I read in many a poet's repertoire, there is a recurrent theme of nostalgic reflection that is proportional to their age!   Seeing it and feeling it is sometimes inexplicable.  Guilty, your Honour!


Sitting with friends
in front of hot chocolate
(which, by the name of the bar
Should have been coffee)
I spied the leggy brunette
appearing a'top the stairs.
I was then too young
to question the source
of this instant fleshy,
youthful attraction,
I just felt butterflies
in the pit of my stomach.
Her Indian companion
I knew from somewhere else,
and so a conversation
with Betty Penn ensued.
Twenty-four hours go by
and she and I lay
on her parents double bed
'Just to kiss and cuddle' -
though both of us
wanted so much more.
An affair of the teenage heart
just thirty-six hours duration
but stuck in the mind
for a lifetime.

© Griffonner 2023

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Written on 2023-03-11 at 00:42

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Expectation itself can be more exciting than expectation fulfilled, especially when we are young and starting to explore the world of our growing sexuality.
I enjoyed this immensely, and it certainly touched my inner being.
Why not a lifetime? Life is built of such moments, laid one by one, as bricks.

Some events and people just do. I also have some of those, and glad I do.

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah! The sweet nostalgia of memory, especially our 'salad days'. I think you have captured this so well Allen.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Far less monumental events have imbedded themselves in my cluttered memory bank. Be joyful that yours is there in all its sensuality and eroticism.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Why? is a very good question. Certainly youth is a part of the answer. Perhaps a poet's sensibility matters as well, being sensitive to such memories, not wanting to forget, no need to forget.