Promises

 

Love by the streetlight
on a starry autumn night
when carnal dreams ignite

smoldering as our urgent embraces
hot as our stolen kisses
as forever as our lover’s promises
in that distant
sizzling
nubile midnight…

…sweet ghosts of my youth
tracked me down tonight

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 


40 thoughts on “Promises”

  1. “ghosts of my youth tracked me down”, i.e. your youth is gone?
    I love it when folk tell me, “Oh, you don’t look to be that old!”
    ..

    1. I got the “you don’t look so old” thing for a while, but when I hit 73, and all the health issues of the past three years, my dewy look of youth is long gone. 🙂

    1. Sorry my friend. My spellcheck always misspells your name, and hasn’t learned it correctly. I always catch it, but I hit the ”d” instead of the “e” and missed my error this time — sorry Gillena. 🙂

  2. I can always trust you, Rob, to take an unromantic-sounding word like ‘tracks’ and turn it into a romantic poem. It’s been a very long time since I experienced ‘love by the streetlight / on a starry autumn night’. But David’s taking me out for a meal tonight…

    1. Been a while for me Kim, but I have been blessed/cursed with vivid recall of setting and experience, and have been most fortunate to have had my ample of memorable experiences with wonderful women — can’t remember a name to save my life, but a face in a setting filled with a feeling — no problem. Have a wonderful dinner my friend… 🙂

    1. Thank you Helen. I have been tracked down by a great deal of the past this year. Just an old fart being nostalgic, but it warms the heart. Dome re-breaks the heart. I just got finished watching “The Greatest Beer Run Ever”. A lot of the ghosts of my dead friends just dropped by.

  3. sigh….sizzling indeed…and then to find the ghosts of youth. Ah yes….passion under the streetlight or moonlight in our youth. How different from calm passion in our later years.

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