You ran your fingers through my Elvis hair,
slicked back and duck-tailed
as we mouthed “Love me Tender” between kisses
in the wet grass of that last night
before they cut it all off at Fort Dix
and it fell to the floor piled with the all the rest,
the last piece of our youth swept up,
sheared and bagged, tossed away,
lined us up, all the same, skin-headed, pimply boys
armed with man dreams stuffed with glory
before they dropped us in the jungle
where the stubble grew sweat
and the night hardened us to terror
and we stumbled and battled
to stay alive, to save our brothers,
fought to stop the screams of war
from filling my head,
to keep that piece of you locked safe,
the scent of your skin, the taste of your mouth,
the tickle of your voice in my ear,
the wrinkle of your nose,
blue eyes that burned your love through me,
fought to come back
and know that roses are red
and not frosted-killed brown,
that you would finger curl my hair
before your tongue plunged into my ear,
and your mouth devoured me
and we locked together rolled and writhed
and let the world share in our screaming secret,
that memories were once real
not faint wishes
where in my sleep we are still arms locked and bodies pressed,
and that instead of good-bye
I had whispered I love you to your open heart.
Hello there! Do you use Twitter? I’d like to follow you if that would be okay. I’m absolutely enjoying your blog and look forward to new posts.
on twitter @50eagle50. Thanks