Jennifer Christie Temple Poet Free verse

Young Love

Young love, so delicate, so fine, entwines and binds
with twists of mist that curl like twine
around a girl and boy.
Ensnare and tear at thought and mind,
until the only thought is feel,
the only moment, now.

Middle years try to forget, deny,
but yet it’s there, pushed back in mind,
and not for newer loves to find.
While life is full and partners pull
the mind and heart to present day,
the first love hides away.

Young love devours the dreaming hours
of old men as they wait to die 
in ivory towers of lonely rooms.
Dependent on their inner eye, 
they sip and slip, with sweet regret,
To thoughts of lips that linger yet.

Soft memories dance, entrance and pull
to thoughts of sweet young bosoms full
of life and love and clinging need
for chance to shed the urgent greed
of bodies sighing to contain
hot feelings playing life’s refrain.

The old man, with his outward calm
and even breath and dust-dry palms,
belies the storm of lusty thought
that holds him caught, like headlights bright
can trap a rabbit in the night.

And who would grudge this sad delight?

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Dean Wood May 2, 2017 at 8:49 AM A solid 7 from me Jen! Where you get the insight into an elder's head to make this so poignant to me I'll never know but I thank you for it. Wow! Jennifer Christie Temple May 2, 2017 at 1:08 PM Thanks, Dean. I often wonder where poems come from too. ;) I wrote this after noticing an elderly man sitting in the park. He seemed so lost in his own thoughts. I don't know what he was actually thinking about but I hope it was something deliciously naughty and not something mundane, like worrying about the gas bill!

Poet Tacito April 27, 2016 at 4:33 PM For some, those who don't have it would grudge it. This was a very fun read. Jennifer Christie Temple April 29, 2016 at 10:29 AM Yes, you're right, Drake, there could be some. They say, all the world loves a lover, though, so maybe they would be happy for him. I hope so. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed reading my poem and thanks for the kind words.