Geezer
Geezer
Jul 09, 2016

What I Did That Summer... [An East Main St. story]

We met in the shadowed doorway
The house abandoned years ago
Tentative first kisses
Grew more daring

Couldn't wait for the early morning
Feeding on love rather than lunch
Lips bruised and tongues twisted
Fingers searching

Days of thrills exceeding expectations
Joined together at the hips
Pressed sparkles addicting
Needing more and more

She brought the blanket
I brought soda and peanut butter sandwiches
We knew then....
The promise of our love

I thought we were electrocuted
We'd died and gone to heaven
The haze of aftershock
Holding close

She's gone now
I'm going
No one remembers
Or knows but me

I won't tell...

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe

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Comments

jane210660

I think you've captured the passion of youth here, very well.
I like the flow, which builds up and then back down again. Appropriate really.
Enjoyed this. Jx

Geezer

Glad you think I got this right. I tried to make this read the way we felt that summer. She did let me know many years later, that she never forgot. She's passed away some years ago, but she lives on in that summer memory. Glad that you appreciated this one. ~ Gee.

Esker

Esker

8 years 9 months ago

sometimes....even if its as distance at the moon
people connect

I had many over the years
not all that great but I put in great effort
and others did for me....
but was missing something

ho Love is fickle

all my contacts said as much for me
that I was important
that I was there
when they needed
something

thats a bonus

we gave them hope
like they for us!!

continue the adventure
write of the meaning!!

thank U!

Geezer

this had some meaning for you. I still have the memory, though she is gone. We knew that each remembered, whenever we saw each other. A small smile and a little flush...
Thanks for liking this one. ~ Gee.

Roscoe Lane

Got to agree with Jane, perfect. Regards Roscoe....

Sparrow

Remember it well but as I hate peanut butter our snack was more strawberry jam and thick slices of crusty bread.
Damn new teeth wont let me enjoy these things any more lol..
Great write and vivid pictures of a fading memory,
Take care out there, Yours as always Ian

Geezer

brought that memory back for you, peanut-butter or no. I've always loved peanut-butter and jam. Now when I have some, I have that memory too!
Glad that you can relate. Thanks, ~ Gee.

R

raj

7 years ago

Your comment in stream to the poem of blistered-pen got me here and I don't regret because it has all the frills of intimate time with someone special in your youth...

regards...

S

Ah the passion of youth. A lot of young people think They invented it lol......stan

Lavender

As deep and revealing and wonderful as this poem is, your final line gets the gut - "I won't tell..." And somehow, magically you haven't. So precious!
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Lavender

I see I've read this before! Back at this later date for another, fresh read. It is innocent, romantic, and witty, sad, joyful...you've captured everything. Somehow it is so personal and private and still permits the reader to understand. I'm so glad I've read it again!
L

Geezer

that you have enjoyed it a second time! Silly me, I didn't notice that you had commented the first time. It makes my day, to know that we have shared like experiences, and I got what you were talking about. Thanks again, ~ Geez.
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