Backseat Blues

Summers sweet escape lost within the confines
of it's heat.
So many stories can be confessed  from the 
backseat.

Parked in a place many recall the point.
Sweat and passion mix.
We all existed once as fools.
Telling stories passing a joint.

Empty beer bottles near a still warm fire.
Vision of a naked body any artist  can admire.
In a place where new loves come to spark and  die.
Fond  memories to perfect to regret.
So why even try.

Tossed togather in new feelings  something 
more than comfort we did seek.
Trying to discover  another side.
Taking that first peak.

Over the seat's in the middle she does rise.
For that first taste.
Hearts break young first love"s
and  the bitter sweet lies.
that old point will once  again be there to use.
Tales of conquests  past lure
all to the backseat blues.

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Allison Unknown

Date: 11/22/2009 5:30:00 PM

this is a great poem John...ive had this happen before, and i hope i will be smarter next time...great poem though...

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/10/2009 8:54:00 AM

I think many of us can relate to memories like this, John. When we were in high school and stayed out too late, we'd tell our parents we were watching "submarine races." Wrote a poem about it that is similar to yours. Love the upbeat flavor here and it's great to have you back with us. Say goodbye to the "backseat blues" and share your joy with us! Love you, Carolyn (Soup Mail returned)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/7/2009 9:33:00 PM

Fond memories to perfect regret,trying to discover something deeper than comfort,taking the first peak--leaving the past,discovering another beautiful present..and the black seat blues......to be cont.. excellent a favs--a beauty--Charm