Those Indelible Atmospheres


Those indelible atmospheres:

crawling naked onto clean sheets
with a brand new lover;

floating unencumbered, not touching bottom,
above the salty waves
before they crash;

sitting in a dark bar,
the smell of beer soaked wood
and the sound of pinball exclamations,
awaiting the what-will-be-better;

the desert at night,
the back seat of your dad’s car
parked in the woods,
that first kiss,
first toke,
first time behind the wheel,
hitting one over the fence,
an unexpected embrace,
or hearing
you did good.

And others,
that are yours.

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