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By wordley Date: 2002 Apr 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.28.12.38.27919]] |
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I found you again today, and the years rolled back like they'd never been; I moved some papers in my drawer, slid them across under my socks (chuckle)..you always laughed at the size of my feet... And there you were...same bikini..same beach...same smile...although there's now a big scratch just above your shoulder (can't see Coney Island anymore!) I'll always remember that summer, and this photograph only reminds me more of what we had...and lost I still remember the sweet stickiness of cotton-candy, the way you clung on to me in the ghost train, the way your hair streamed on the roller coaster.... And I remember the way we held each other close, our breathing faster, as we wondered what it was we were supposed to do, Sinking into bewilderment at our first touches, oh it was so good ("DIRTY little WHORE!!" momma called YOU later when I asked why it felt that way) And then you were gone...(keep your WHORE away from my little Angel, my Momma screamed at your momma).....hot tears streamed down my face as you disappeared, the removal truck taking you away...... I would often sit outside your house, empty now except for the nights when Hobos would break in for somwhere to sleep,...and remember the way you would come to your window... Remember?....those hot, sticky nights when I'd climb that big oak tree and you'd sit on your sill and we'd talk for what seemed like hours until momma called,... I thought I'd try to find you when I got out of college, but you know how it is, gotta get a job, bills to pay, all that shit!! And then the years got away so fast, and, before you know it, I'm standing looking in the mirror at grey hair, plastic teeth and wrinkles; Yet when I close my eyes, I'm ten again and we're on that beach, chasing that ball, riding that roller coaster and, under the board walk, hugging where momma can't see....... I read a story once of a man who kept a painting of hisself in his attic, and as he aged, the picture...not him... got older!! I don't need no dusty old painting to keep ME young darling, all I need is my photograph of you and the memories of that one perfect summer..... |