walking into yesterday's groove

walking into yesterday's groove

 

 

we held hands for blocks at a time

the compass always pointing towards the sun of us

you were my "never can say goodbye"

i was your "last kiss"

and then another

and then another

and another

 

until the breathing ceased to be silent

and we broke embrace

to save our hearts from exploding

across the yellow line

not accustomed to residing

on a side-street of love.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/7/19

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Can feel this movement of your souls, this joy of walking as one, of touching and never wishing to let go. Beautiful words that lift the heart, even in the bittersweet moments of finding the next step in the path. Wondrous, my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Owl.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

This reminded me of the song Love street by the doors. Back to the write, maybe They came from opposite sides of the street and one cannot over step a solid line marked on a road to cross over! All in all another classic from the master.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, andrew,
j.

[KWP]

yeah wow - the intensity of the first moments of a relationship - it's true, that intensity can swing one way or the other - so many emotions strong as heck until something has to give ... I like the idea of one last kid, then another, than another ....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Ken Simm.]

A trip into young love Jacob? A real pleasure this poem is and that is what we need more of.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ken,
j.

[Fran Marie]

A blissful reminder of just how intense and pleasurable. young
lo've can truly bee ..brings fond memories of those precious
moments in time..lovely write Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Fran Marie,
j.

[Stella Armour]

Oooh yes, when young love's first kiss lead to wanting more and hand holding just wasn't enough ... i remember it well ♥

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for the read and relating to this write, Stella,
j.

[kentuck14]

J.
I must say this poem brought back old, pleasant memories . . . Never was much of a hand-holder . . . but loved those long kisses!!! No yellow line on the back country rode I traveled home from my future wife's parents home late at night . . . my heart didn't explode, but it sure did swell up, which was dangerous; for it might've kept me from watching out for restless deer. Got lucky then . . . and still am.
Tom

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, women can really distract our attention...glad no deer took disadvantage of that with you.
read moreyes, women can really distract our attention...glad no deer took disadvantage of that with you.
j.

[kentuck14]

sure will!!!

[Chris Shaw]

Young love. Gloria Gaynor era. Must have been 1970's with never can say goodbye. Last kiss also a song probably from same time period. Some heavy breathing going on here, but not much more for fear of breaking boundaries probably instilled by religion. That's the journey you took me on Jacob. Brought back a few memories of mine as well.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Last Kiss was sixties...Jay Frank Wilson sang it...one of those tragedy songs...i like where you went...
I am sure Last Kiss is on youtube..
thanks again for the visit and insight.
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and i forgot about Gloria Gaynor doing that song, also..I was quoting from the original, Jackson Five Version...but hers was a good disco song to dance to.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds as though things were getting a little too hot here. I think the yellow line symbolizes another line that should not be crossed. One "then another" too many, I'd say. Depending on the situation, the side street was probably the safer location.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

probably...:)
thanks for your words, John,
j.

[Mercsa]

The joy of falling in love and never wanting to let go. That’s a wonderful poem