the prism of the moonA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
spitfire
jeans of adolescent denim prolific pockets speak a
backseat language
dawn breaks, and curfews whine comfort shoes walk her
to the door of the confessional and we smile, knowing after the whole
penance thing we will be back next
week,
the engine still running windows shaded with the
aroma of sensuality a road taken with
reckless abandon
consequences be
damned before the zippers lock
up the fresh wounds we happily bleed,
the days accept the
nights and we accept the light reluctantly driving
toward a future
of Dockers modest skirts tire track memories of when blood ran with
temperature and we left skid marks on the bandages of
guilt.
erin-cilberto 2/3/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 3, 2018 Last Updated on February 3, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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