summer memories |
Due to little or no record kept of my past And the burning blistered fingers broken strings and symbolistic things kept inside a box of yester year when i toughened each callous i so proudly wear when i gave in to the temptation and finalized the culmination of late night ::tap tap taps:: on my window And spent days that were months crying in bed over losing a friend and losing a hard strapping boner pretending to be one. And when the creeks of the doors were the loudest noise when i was trying to help you sneak outside in the middle of the night with nothing but a pocket knife, sometimes a bike and an unknown destination just away and we never stopped just kept careening down the road and more than once clothes were too much swimming in the freezing cold sometimes the rapids just took me with them or....flowed right through. And party after party i recall seeing you there and waking up lying next to you watching the sunset and rise again and lying outside on that hill - wet from the dew or rain looking up at the endless sky falling into the stars on those sleepless nights I'm so far far far from there and that awkward moment alone in between him and her and him and her And the heap of countless teenage bodies, blankets, pillows, and raging hormones on the living room floor left marks on my mattress and bedroom decor 5o'clock in the morning running in the rain red salty face, red eyes, red nipples poking through diving in the water again alone the over whelming sickening smell of dead fish dissolved with the view ice cream cone in hand as we walked down the pier while the lake and the water color sky imbued or barefoot on the beach waiting for them opening up and closing again highs and lows around every corner as we clambered through the summer of a life time and to remember that its all true to remember what i learned what made me adept i write this yes, heres to little or no record kept *Please do me the honor of rating my work. i would be glad to return the favor. Thank you.* |