Bless me Father for...

Bless me Father for....

 

 

do you remember the transistor

a static top forty

kisses on the stone

outside your house,

where our lips met like melting lava

 

and our knees wobbled like a crushed mountain

of molten feeling

 

the songs played deep into the night

the batteries seemed to last forever

when we were young and restless

and synchronized like a perfect weather pattern

 

our sun shining across a moonlit sky

music in the stars of youth

breathless pauses

 

as we mouthed the words silently

in our breasts

love was a hit

played on an endless jukebox

of  teenage temptation

 

that wondrous confession

we looked forward to

each and every Saturday night.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/29/17 

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

ahh.. the last two stanzas finished this so well..

took me back to my youth for a moment

thats a pretty magical thing to do..

good one here Jacob..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Antonio

j.

[redzone]

you know, I just love this poem Jacob, perhaps it's cause I do remember transistors, top 40 music, and making out Saturday nights while wondering if tonight would be the night we "went all the way"...lol... teenage love when the whole world was ours to grab, when the moment seemed to never end and we would live forever in each others arms...

this one kind of reminded me of Seger's "Night Moves"... wonderful poetry Jacob

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, Paradise by the Dashboard light, eh?

thanks, for taking the ride, Curt
j.

[redzone]

you know, I love this poem Jacob... yes I remember transistors, top 40 music that lasted all night and we would make out and wonder if tonight would be the night we "went all the way", when we had the whole world to grab and we would live forever in each others arms...

this poem kind of reminded me of Bob Seger and "Night Moves"... whew, what a trip this poem took me on... thanks Jacob...

redzone

[Larq]

Awwww, sweet love---so playful. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are kind to make such an extended visit...

thank you
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Great poem! Time-warped back to days of innocence. Love the title, style, flow-the music of this poem... Soundtracked memories. Perfect.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Annette,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As a Catholic, full of Catholic guilt I relate to this and the era of battery radio as a teenager. Your word choice provokes such memories of that time when Radio Caroline and football and looking at girls was all there was.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i remember those times so well...
j.

[B]

Makes you wonder is love a sin
should we be asking for repentance for that was taken but never earned within
or is youth this golden time of cherishing this trying phase
For some they live forever young

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your insights, as always..

j.