Bare Kneed Days

Those were our moonlit, bare kneed days
sitting on a rug watching the stars,
our youth and limb days, singing
with a bottle placed precariously
we never counted arms, just elbows
and teeth that ripped through candy,
out of tune, yet so in sync we never thought,
tightening your Orion belt, I was Cassiopeia
our vainglorious pursuits, we were heady
with all the constellations placed and taken,
we never thought of stars, just the eerie light,
we alighted on ourselves and greedy, so greedy
we feasted on that hot summer night,
little thought of floods or rescuing ourselves,
love was to sacrifice and dreams were ancient ones,
you loved me and I revelled in a moment.
We never got it back, I became Andromeda,
you a monster from the sea, waiting, waiting
for all the mothers that reside in heaven.
I think of those hard concrete days
searching for cool on a distant summer night,
our feet raised onto the railings and the burning
in all the liquid mediocrity we first presume is love.





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Written on 2014-01-05 at 12:54

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
summer night love, i can taste it, and i remember it, and want it again, even the railing

forgetting the imperfections

i don't know what superlative to use. wonderful poem.
2015-05-11


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Liquid mediocrity we first presume.

Reminds of youth full of folly fun and frolicks.

Beautifully written Elle
2014-01-05