courting the heat

courting the heat

 

 

you were my little transistor heartthrob---

played your song in my ear---

a top 40 kiss beating against my chest

 

as i danced out of my adolescence

tapping the feet of my youth

against the dashboard of desire

 

when being driven out of our minds

by another's body of evidence

was only a misdemeanor.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/4/15

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

I didn't dance but ran out of my adolescence . Today I was thinking that if i had a bigger house or some money saved, i wouldn't need the transistor radio with the faded C batteries in my garage. That love songs on one of those thousand dollar component systems would be so urgently stimulative that desire would rush back beyond any other tendencies to consolidate my tenderness. This is what happens when your left alone for too long...lol. You discover your dependability on your youth, if for no other reason, than of a paper trail that bounds us to reason. Great ideas here my friend.....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights and kind review, dana.
j.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Jacob, I love the title of this, honestly it conjured something quite different but what I came upon is something that feels so passionate. It has a groove about it that I really enjoyed. I vaguely remember the transistor radio my pops had one, I also remember listening to Casey Kasem (the weekly top 40) as a little girl, listening to the radio has such great memories.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Casey surely had a velvet voice...thank you for your words, my friend,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Transistor radios...I remember them well and how guys would have the ear phones in with the radio hidden in a shirt pocket. Teachers always found them though. The radio was such a big part of our adolescence and young adulthood. "Paradise by the dashboard lights" comes to mind. Those were the days. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for remembering, Lydi.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I loved the transistor years...not that I would want to relive the pain of growth in them...put the fiery passion of youthfulness....the thought that you can beat all odds. Your memories...they remind me that I can still smile.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am glad you can still smile, Queenie...thank you for your words,
j.

[Neville]

Been there, done that and got the T shirt but then, if you are burning more than 45 candles many of us will have for sure... This is another great one jacob... N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i probably write too often of those teen years, but thank you for your kind words, Neville.
j.

[Neville]

No, not too often at all jacob, far from it... I hanker for those glorious days and you have a way of taking me back to them......and I thank you so very much for it... N

[sette]

steamy weather hot love what an unforgettable summer it was

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it was...thank you, sette.
j.

[kitty]

Summer time. Summer time heat! Rises in ever young heart... when we do first and think later!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those days we had reckless abandon,then we grow up and grow old...and tentative.
:)
read moreyes, those days we had reckless abandon,then we grow up and grow old...and tentative.
:)
thank you, kitty.

j.

[kitty]

indeed, reckless abandon! Ahhh!

[Chris Shaw]

Wow Jacob, you have taken me back to my late teens. Courting the heat on the back seat of an old banger. Your second stanza, superb word choice and the imagery sharp to say the least. I bet not much courting is done in cars these days. Well written.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Bucket seats in almost all cars, not conducive...ha ha

thank you, Chris.