the blue book value of 17

the blue book value of 17

 

 

private breaths cloud the windshield

roll down the erotic vapors

slip your kisses into my pocket

and i will drive down some balmy boulevard

 

taillights grinning,

lips tingling, the scent of your tires

running across my cheeks

with tender influence

 

you don't have to pry my heart

from between the tread,

i gladly give in to the urges

 

and twist the steering wheel in your direction

because any road i'm on with you

is a perfect place to park.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/28/16

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

Is this car porn? I would like to think someone is in the passenger seat, but I have a few friends who are more in love with their muscle cars than with their wives. So you got me. This can very easily go both ways. This poem was delicious though. CD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i'll never give away X rated secrets...:)))

i always appreciate your reviews...and thanks for the smile...yes, those muscle cars...i wonder where they work out.

[CD Campbell]

In the garage Jacob. I have a 69 roadrunner and my son is building a superbee. I'm one of those Mopar people, persons, whatever... On second thought, this poem now brought to mind the Traveling Wilburys song "Dirty World". I could never tell if dylan was singing about a car or a woman.

[V]

Sensual one sort of. Different than I expected after reading the title. Softly erotic, also romantic in a way. Interesting way of mingling thoughts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Vanessa..

j.

[Érenn]

Wow, donno why but so many mature rated thoughts came in my mind here. Visually invoking such images..... made me wonder if it's just me thinking like that. For me this one of those reads where I end up having both love and sex fused in one. (I mean one follows the other any order possible.) Definitely felt like a romantic ride in the night parked somewhere and the night full of passion in process...... again could be my mind in the gutter. But the analogy if I think here, i get the feel here the car is a medium of courtship than just transportation. And love sparks as the engine roars. I like it (too) much ^^ Thank you for sharing ^^

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights and kind words, Errenn...
j.

[iand63]

Oh the flush of youth where all roads lead to heaven. I vaguely remember those days in my ancient past haha. Private breaths, such a wonderfully intimate phrase.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, ian. always appreciate your visits.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Love the metaphor here of love with cars and how we courted in cars comes to mind so similar in description to that of the female form we fall in love and desire. A clever piece indeed! Its a case of " if the smell of burning rubber turns you on!" LOL!:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and your reply is very clever as well...appreciate your visits.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

I appreciate yours too! j

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This poem delivers the sweet sensation of driving in the mountains, windows down, with the wind blowing through your hair. It has a sweet simplicity that romanticizes the past. Love it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your review, Linda Marie.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Off to the submarine races! :) Your poetry brings me back to a simpler time when cars were more than just transportation...they were love nests. Romantic in a quirky sort of way. I liked it. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes, they were transportation to somewhere else, somewhere romantic...mmm.

thank you, lydi...

j.

[Cassie]

awww this is so so so sweet, a perfect valentine poem. Love the last two lines

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you much, Cassie.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Just be careful you don't have an accident. Oh........she sounds like a corvette's 409 humming down Route 66. Whoa!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend.

j.

[Carolynn]

I laughed out loud when I read this one - hilarious - I thoughroughly enjoyed it :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Carolynn....

j.