too soon, too late

too soon, too late

 

 

wobbly knees

beneath the shaded trees

the old ivory moon, not all that's intoxicating

 

a new sun will burn memories

of your beauty into my mind

my lips seared by the smile of your kiss

 

i will limp home to my own heart

years later,

still feeling the pinched nerve of you

 

making it hard to turn reflections

the other way,

as trafficked thoughts make my

love for you 

still a busy intersection

of past and present.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/25/16

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I was thinking of the past this morning, the 1970's, in my twenties, finding the traffic of women a bit overwhelming and still standing at that same intersection with you.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

I like the last two lines J, thoughts and memories are all like an intersection between past and present. A clever write as always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.