and so
I think of her
and wonder
what was the fire
that burned so bright
and raged so fierce
as to consume complete
our essence
left embered char
smoldered ashen
that in its heat
and fury
could not sustain
back I drift
to fall upon
the tenderness of youth
the satin skin
the comely gaze
the velvet touch
a silken voice
rising
to lust and longing
to impatience
to immortality
its soulful siren
so seductive
the nectar of all forbidden
the breathless joy
of sweet innocence
when the wonder
stirs to every mystery
and the spirit lights
to every spark
igniting passion’s pyre
to leave one spent
in blissful ruin
at story’s end
tender memory
of the throaty whispers
of promised pleasures
sweetly secreted
in her virgin kiss
and so
I think of her
remembering
with no regret
savoring the subtle linger
harbored in my heart
of the taste
of her lips
long ago
at seventeen
~ ~
“lips lush as cognac
open softly to kisses
urgently linger”
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2010
(revision © 2019)
________________
ahhh the vivacity of 17 – so much we didn’t know
nicely penned Rob
This is so gorgeous!
What wonderful memories.
Beautifully penned.
With no regret. Indeed.
Exquisite. What it is to be young. Completely young.
stunning sentiments.
well done.
Things were more intense then – 17 🙂
So long ago, 17. This is a beautiful poem, so sensual. Ah youth.
An exotic reverie rich with passion! Beautiful!
Lovely stuff – it made me sigh from the pleasure of reading.
Anna :o]
Such a memory ! who can ever forget .. 😉
Passion revealed…
Nicely woven.
ohh-la-la..the brazeness of youth..
beautifully penned..
Lovely memory..lovely poem!
It’s a tough road to walk down without seeming either maudlin or moving in dodgy directions. You made this poem with style and grace. Eloquence abounds…
It’s a sweet, lovely poem.
Very nice memory you wrote here, can’t regret ones like that.
gave me some nostalgia of my own. thanks. Very sensual and sensory. I love that in poetry.
I would like to say as lovely as the word “concupiscence” is, it broke the rhythm for me, it pulled me out of beauty of your poem.
I will be visiting you often. peace
I love the stir of such a sweet memory… I think we all shared a bit of that innocence back then…
Ah yes, sweet memories Bjorn. 🙂 This poem was sparked by a photo of my high school sweetheart I stumbled upon in 2010 when going through an old box of poems. I did couple revisions for this prompt and added the haiku.
Ah the sweet agony of being seventeen! Enjoyed this one, Rob 🙂
Thank you Sanaa. Just watvhed a shiw on Hulu entitled All Night, and it made me think of my high school honey, al I remembered this poem I wrote years ago. So I dug it up and tighted it up.
You had me at /igniting passion’s pyre/. Your remenescence is sweet, yet so very palatable. A beautiful nugget for you to share.
Just an old man sentimentalizing Glenn. A Hulu show brought the original version of this old poem to mind.
Funny, such memories. Nice write
Thank you Sabio…
Rob, thanx for your response to my poem about snipes. I was an Eagle Scout, order of the arrow and more too. We share a lot. Thank you.
You are welcome Sabio. I enjoyed your poem. We will simply have to endure being the cool guys of dVerse – but I think I’m up to it… 😉
Incredible and beautifully written poem. 🙂
Thank you Charlie!
Oh, the passion of a seventeen year old. I enjoyed the sensuality of the lines:
‘tender memory
of the throaty whispers
of promised pleasures
sweetly secreted
in her virgin kiss’.
Watched a Hulu movie about a high school graduation party and it brought to mind this old poem I’d written – so I spruced it up and added the haiku.
The youthful passion and energy…I like the remembrance Rob. Makes for good stories on a cold season.
The madness of youth Grace, magnified in an old man’s mind… 🙂
Seventeen – such a passionate and hormonal age. Really, this is lovely.
We were a bit mad VJ, at that age, but such freedom…!
Such a sensual poem. To be seventeen again…not! LOL
I hear ya’ Toni… NOT! Once is enough… 🙂
Such a beautiful sensuous memory Rob!
Thank you Linda. I am sure I amplified it a bit in my mind… 😉
Whew! Quite a memory
Those were passionate times Candy, and it’s always sweeter through the filter of memory… 😉
you’ve been writing poetry a long time, it’s a beautiful continuity to revisit the memory while revisiting the poem.
Yes Jade, I started writing poetry when I was 16, first as lyrics for songs. It is fun to go back reading through old pieces I’ve written, revising the ones remaining that are worth archiving. From 1963 to 1996, they were all handwritten on paper stored in boxes. Through moving, my own carelessness, and one ugly divorce, many of those are gone – but many remain. I have been digging through what remains and transcribing the ones of merit to digital files. I also lost my poems from 1999 to 2003 because they were on a laptop that was left on a airplane (I am an idiot) and was never found – and the files were never backed up. Every poem in digital format from 2003 to now is backed up and many have been uploaded to my Image & Verse site. I have probably 1,000 poems of reasonable merit remaining. Not all transcribed digitally just yet. I have lost more than that over the years, but the many from the early years would not have been worth keeping.
First love and sweet innocence always makes one nostalgic!
Loved this line…
to leave one spent
in blissful ruin
at story’s end
Glad you enjoyed that Dwight, and thank you for visiting and commenting… 🙂
A kiss can keep someone in one’s memory.
Especially the right kiss Frank! 🙂
Beautiful poem, Rob! Memories!
Thank you Jim. I will never forget my first “all-in” girlfriend. We were both 16 when we met. We had our first real, uninterrupted “alone time” when we were 17, and her parents were gone for a weekend. Great “first time” memories from those two days of romance and passion! These are some of thoses memories, filtered through 6 decades… 🙂
So many deep impressions come from those teen years. Very beautifully expressed.
Thank you Georgina! Memories of my first real “alone together” weekend of romance and passion with my first real girlfriend.
Glad to be here, Rob.
I too stopped writing, and I don’t even know why.
Maybe I write two poems a year.
Your poem touches me at some level.
FYI, I got married in May 2017. Have been busy with that too, setting up my home and getting to know him…
Congratulations on your marriage Gautami! I can why writing may take a back seat when you are emmeresed in a new marriage. I wish you the very best!
As vibrant and passionate as any seventeen-year-old’s first love ought to be! Beautifully done!
Thank you Frank!
this was lovely, well done.
Thank you Lona!