We were too stupidly gaw-gaw, and too young, to realize what a miracle we were living. Thank the heavens for the memories of that beautiful, righteous chaos!
“The Whitehouse Diner” by Aaron Segreaves
Joe’s diner
any friday night
after the football game
young legs
carry firm eager bodies
mingling ‘mongst the booths
laughter bursting
pulses racing
fantasies entwining
dreamy babes
handsome hunks
young lust
hot as the fry top
broiling
‘midst the milkshakes
and hot slathered burgers
craving
yet hesitant
swept up in innocent bliss
basking in the jukebox glow
throbbing with the big beat
of scorching rock ‘n roll
creamy cake
jake
the scene
smoldering for some
longing for more
confusing for most
a pubescent play
caught in a neon magic spell
sparking with awkward carnality
when a kiss
and fleshy fondle
was euphoric
autumn’s chill outside
passion’s flames inside
humid as our urgent embraces
hot as our stolen kisses
as forever as our promised love
in that distant
sizzling
teenage midnight…
…sweet ghosts of my youth
haunt from long ago
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
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~ Joe’s Diner’s top 20 jukebox selections ~
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