porchlight

porchlight

elementary essentials

teen age anxiety

on the doorstep of infatuation

in the throes of oblivion

your lips accept my ascent

mountains of familiarity borne

amidst a weak kneed nature

blooming,

roses are interlaced

red faced

the petals meet

linger

elementary essentials

of grown up youth

we adhere in oscillation

wrap our arms around the moment

in each other's seconds

we tick away innocence

find a maturity

unaccustomed

but embraced

and then become 

17 again,

when curfew intervenes

like an unwelcome  visitor.

erin-cilberto

4/3/18

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Wow, this took me back a few years. A delicious goodnight kiss, only to be interrupted by my Dad, pointing to his watch. That's how it used to be then. Non existent now. You have just taken years off me remembering that.

"the petals meet
linger"

Beautiful, weak kneed passion. A lovely read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Christine.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

I think a curfew was to slow down the moment in hindsight to appreciate what we had, later on in reflection.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree andrew...thank you..,.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

How well I remember that porch light being flicked on and off by parents or other relatives as my date and I said goodnight....in a physical way. Curfews...perhaps not imposed by older people now, but still we have them, don't we? We never have enough time with the ones we love. "we wrap our arms around the moment"....great line. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, different kinds of curfews...
thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.

[Ken Simm.]

Oh, we all remember this and that is what makes your poetry so approachable. We can fit ourselves within it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for those kind words, Ken,
j.

[Paul Bell]

Put that girl down when the curfew alarm goes off.
One minute over the deadline time can mean instant death.
God, growing up was bloody torture.
Why didn't I pass this superb law on to my kids?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words and sharing how you related, Paul.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Ahhhh I want to die at the thought of that curfew...smiling here- when the minutes cannot be longer and you don’t want the next minute to come hoping that time stands still oh what a wonderful place to be- I’d never want to leave- wonderful words took me right to that moment- 🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words and insights into how you related, Kelly.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure🌹

[Jimmy Yetts]

Old enough to sin; too young to know what it meant.
Even worse, today. Apparently, there is no sin and a lot less knowing.
Still, a lovely, perceptive bit of work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jimmy.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"we tick away innocence", so we do, and often times even faster than one can acknowledge... I think there's a fine line between infatuation and attachment/love, still how often we misinterpret infatuation as love...
It's always nice reading your pieces, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[sette]

reminds me of watching teenage love stories since i live in another country, i only learned of porch light and its use to american houses whenever i watch those love stories now being described in the poem adds more knowledge to me. thanks jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing how you relate, sette...ah yes, those signals...we dealt with them often enough during the younger days.
j.

[sette]

totally true

[emmajoy]

An elegance of passionate words.. a lesson learned with style, jacob.. ' .. wrap our arms around the moment in each other's seconds - we tick away innocence.. ' A glanced acknowledgement to lesson learned.. darn that curvew! As always you write inveterate magic

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and those curfews on relationships for one reason or another...sadly it happens, but there are the memories...no curfew on those, eh?
thanks em,
j.

[emmajoy]

Always welcome, jacob.. but, would I know! :)