It must have been two in the morning
both of us on the living room floor
the flickering of a late late show casting shadow and light
in black and white

after a blazing July day at the shore
with little worn over young sunburned bodies;
holding hands casually touching each other
in the air the magical essence of sea salt, sweat and Coppertone.

Alone in the room with our excitement
her parents sleeping upstairs;
in our arousal
we threw caution to the wind.

We still weren’t wearing much on that heavenly Summer night
the delight of flesh, quickly bared between half opened clothes
the intoxicating vision of it coming to rest
some sixty years later here, in words.

Loving each other
eyes wide open
silently pleading
not to make a sound.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Visions

  1. beetleypete says:

    Nice reminiscence, Frank, and a suitable song to accompany it.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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