Sweet young lust
craving
yet hesitant
innocent bliss
throbbing in the groove
of scorching rock’n’roll
smoldering for some
longing for more
confusion for most
under a starry sky
humid as our urgent embraces
hot as our stolen kisses
in that distant
sizzling
teenage midnight…
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Lawrence Tieke aka rtkistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
~ it’s all so very very groovy — baby ~
This is quite the steamy take on the prompt! Love it.
That glistening bloom was what I was after De… 😉
Rob, your poem made me think of this song:
https://youtu.be/PTfms73zj2E
That would certainly work Lisa, and it entered my consideration — but I wanted something that had more “finger snappin’” “let’s dance” kinda feel.
Nice lookback, RK!
Thank you my friend.
Love the sensual vibe here, Rob. I’m digging it!
Thank you Lucy!
Sensual, sweet romance, Rob!
Yes, you are Merril, that way — in your gracious comments! 😉 🙂
Love it, Rob. How it was!
Thank you Bill!
Love this! I honestly thought I knew what I was doing way back then! NOT.
Neither side of the MF coin new what side was up back then— but we loved the mystery, and the wonderful strange feelings — including the beautiful nauseating feeling of puppy love. Girlfriends/boyfriends changed frequently within our group at the Mt. Healthy public swimming pool during the summmers of 1960-65. In 1963 when I and others were zble to drive, and had our own cars, the group expanded to include candidates from surrounding neighborhoods — but the game of romance remained the same, around ‘64 it turned from flirty/“going steady” to pairs peeling off to be more seriously exclusive. Then in, the summer of ‘65, whatever remained of that expanded “pool” group essentially dissolved as we went off to college. I enjoyed a strange extra dynamic, in that being in a band brought even more girls, from even further away, into my “young love” orbit. I’m sure the dynamics of discovery of the opposite sex, was not much different anywhere around the country. Romantic discovery of the same sex was extremely closeted in the Midwestern early 60’s. What a hoot it was discovering one’s sexuality in the first half of the 1960’s. In ‘66 & ‘67 I and others were drawn to the hippie dynamic of bell bottoms and flowered shirts — and then came the “summer of love” and the 1960’s closed in a rush of colors and love and psychedelia — certainly for me and my ever evolving bandmates. Those were the days of true freedom and confusion, before the 1970’s began to slowly usher in the madness of marriage. But I stayed in the rock band well world into the 1980’s, which had opened the world of divorce to me. We were still swapping partners like we did at the swimming pool, it just got a bit more complicated and serious. Anyway Helen, that is my agreement with you that we DID NOT really know what we were doing. Took me intil my 40’s to get some kind of a working handle on it? 🙂
I do remember those days… probably best the first few years of uni.
I remember that period because I caught up again with one of my oldest friends from that time of my life. We talked for hours. 🙂
Sizzling take,whew!!!
Tsssss! 🙂
Yeah… “sizzling” is the word that came to my mind too!
Much love,
David
Thank you David… 🙂
Nicely done Rob
Thank you Arcadia!