Regrets Licking their Lips

Regrets Licking their Lips

 

 

a French kiss

the back seat

becomes the bed of teenage mysteries

explored

the radio playing those sixties tunes

 

Those are in English

the languages exchange tongues

fingers explore

over, under, inside the unknown

the car radio, D.J. whispers the time

 

attire is quickly adjusted

the bed made,

tires squeal

homeward bound fingers

squeeze the wheel

 

the almost

will almost

but never be forgotten

 

Thank God we didn't

or blame God that we didn't 

 

Catholic curse

fingers folded

as the penance is distributed

contrition contrived

 

the back seat waits

for the next Friday night.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/26/24

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

They were the Good ole days, innocent new and awkward lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Key word there, andrew,

Awkward....yes.

[Vol]

Jacob,
In my case, it WAS, in fact my father's 64 Olds 98... a great maroon schooner whose bow needed a rail like on the Titanic, the trunk wide enough for a king size mattress you wouldn't need because the back seat was a sofa!
(Actually, Denise and I were small enough that the Austin Healy Sprite sufficed on occasion...
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Close to mine...Dad's 1969 Oldsmobile Delta 88.
Big cars, no buckets, just seats across.
read moreClose to mine...Dad's 1969 Oldsmobile Delta 88.
Big cars, no buckets, just seats across.
the Austin Healy sounds cozy.
j.

[JD Major]

"the almost
will almost
but never be forgotten."
..haha, Yeah, my almosts still haunt me to this day :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are all haunted by something...thank you, JD,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Hormones high, micheavos teens experimenting, cups knocking, priests frowning, tires screeching, all bring back memories to the writer in vivid details.
I love it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome J.

[Desert Knave]

The penance and the sin and the circle of coming back for forgiveness we probably really never needed. Nicely done. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the one above surely understands...he made us with those desires....
j.

[hiren]

hi, i wanted to stop by but feeling sick.

[John the Baptist]

"Contrition contrived." Love that line. There was a time when it was necessary to balance social life (and all it entailed) and religion, whatever your faith might have been. lI don't know what it's like now. Maybe they have to confess not using condoms.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think there is more abandon now.
Something about the hesitation in those days...made even more sensual.
j.

[IC]

The ultimate form of Catholic rebellion…….but also a teenage rite of passage. I never did the “backseat” thing but I certainly knew of some girls who did. Sometimes even the a strict Catholic upbringing is no match for our raging teenage hormones. Thank God for that radio DJ, indeed! The consequences could have been delightful but catastrophic as well. Despite the close call the backseat still beckons for the following weekend. Heady days of youth and a poem very much enjoyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, the upbringing VS. the hormones...
The main event.
thank you, Izabella,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Not much difference from your side of the pond to this when it comes to the back seat car memories of our youth. Of course this poem made me smile and think of something else. Steamy Windows:)

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and cops knocking on them.."Hey, what are two doing in there?"
thanks, Chris,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

The Backseat was the Best…

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Awkward but exciting, yes.
j.