From Then To Eternity
Nostalgia night with Randy Bachman
and we're overdrive into memories
of ourselves so young, so long ago,
it was only yesterday and then it is again,
because you're always saving the
last dance for me. And the first and
the second, as you clasp me close and
in our kitchen, round and round the
island of our dreams my head fits just
where it always has, under that cleft
in your chin, still there, behind that
grey beard, your arms as firm, your chest
as comfortably warm as sixty years ago
when we were young, teenagers in love.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
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Poetry
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