did we ever really open that bottle?

did we ever really open that bottle?

 

 

curvature of the spine

we were fine wine

a toast to adolescent acquiescence

 

crackers in a bed of leather

back seat acquaintances

the cold upolstery on an autumn night

warmed by our skin

 

as we chilled like the Burgundy dreams

we put on the shelf for later

and just kissed our young blues

into moonlit innocence

fleeced

as our creases got closer

 

before the dawn woke us out of our

minds

and out of each other's lives.  

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/16

Reviews

[richieb]

Great teenage memories told in a most distinguished manner. If I had language of that caliber back in the day I believe I woild of got past first base more often. Loved it Sir.
Richie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, richie...maybe in my mind i stole bases...but not sure how many hearts...the writing has just always been in there.

appreciate your kind review.
j.

[V]

Your poem provides a smooth, whimsical touch, reminiscing in lovable ways at it's finest. Dreamy, blurry but packed with images and sensations. The wine flows throughout the whole piece like supporting/painting the time that has already gone. I especially like the stanza before the last two lines, really finely crafted.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Vanessa...

j.

[V]

You're welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great pic!

[V]

Thank you :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

I'm here with a fine red wine, spilling it all over myself, drunk over your masterpiece of poetry on metaphor, narration and Erin-Cilberto soul.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Al...

j.

[andrew mitchell]

sounds like teens parking, in the back seat, in love, drinking wine, talking etc How fun were those times !!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those days...thank you, andrew....

j.

[aLittlePain]

Over before it even begun...one might as well pour burgundy and down a glass.

Lovely read Jacob

Regards
Rach x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Rach.

j.

[Dhaye]

I can relate to this. It reminds me of a local movie here entitled "Unofficially Yours" where there is no official relationship and commitment which created a problem to them later.
Well-written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing that, Dhaye...interesting to see how folks relate to various poems...

j.

[h d e rushin]

"crackers in a bed of leather"

this line alone should be a reminder of how powerful the influence of Plath was on all of us..
That internal assonance almost suspends the truth, which was her/your gift Jacob..

beautiful read.
dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, dana...
j.

[Jon Roggie]

You are the hopeless romantic. Being a poet just adds to the mix. Nice one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jon...yes, i guess i am and always will be.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Someone has to be. I guess I am another since I can relate to this.

[David Scott]

This makes me want to open up a fine Cabernet and find a long night...
Not sure one should be eating crackers in bed however. Ha.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

probably shouldn't be....but, oh well...thank you, David.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

Feels like a chance encounter that ended as soon as it began.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, KL....

j.