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!
FOR A LIFETIME?
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.
Why?
© Griffonner 2023
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2023-03-11 at 00:42
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