13 Year Old Boy, 1960

the fewtch in reverse.

The poor thin

blue of that pool.

White skin looked

paler and I'd dream

about her soft red pubes

slowly dancing underwater.

I think her name was Sandy.

Reviews

[Chadvonswan]

I like the imagery, its colors are dancing in my gray matter, like a weird red memory in dusty thought s...nice write bromaestro!

[Samuel Dickens]

I was 12 in 1960 and know just what this is about. Oh, yeah, my eyes were very much drawn to the girls then.

[Baby Ricochet]

I didn't exist in 1960 but I get your drift

[ZackOfBridge]

You have successfully made me imagine red pubes glistening underwater and that is why this poem is a success. But really, I dig your style, man.

[Matching Socks]

Lol. Adolescent crush? :)
You can't possibly have been around in the 1960's so is this a memory from someone's old playboy's found by a boy? Just a thought...

[Ashira Macy]

Adolescent infatuations are always fun to reminisce about because we knew so little back then in our innocence and yet still had our fantasies. I really enjoyed the nostalgia in this one.

[Speaking Sandclocks]

This is compact and strong. Well narrated.

[Frontier]

This has something so subversively nostalgic about it! I think the 1960s was when swimming pools started becoming popular so it's really fitting.

This is something special I wanna give it a 10/10.

[The Twin Arenas]

yeah, i'll take subversively nostalgic all day long. thanks for the read!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, these are the thoughts during puberty...what is it all about?
your poetry is interesting and quite different...i agree with KL that we never quite know what to expect.

like this adoescent moment.