![]() Regrets Licking their LipsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoRegrets
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 © 2024 jacob erin-cilberto |
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12 Reviews Added on March 1, 2024 Last Updated on March 1, 2024 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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