He rolled into my life
on a warm Oklahoma afternoon.
His car gleaming black
reflecting the dusty sun of late June.
Back and forth we talked
playing teenage courtship games,
Trading smiles and winks
sharing laughs, small touches and names.
A ride? he offered with an opened door.
Yes! I replied, hoping for much more.
Leather seats gave cool comfort
against bare legs and sandaled feet.
The thump of the stereo eight track
was a replay of my nervous heartbeat.
From summer afternoon into twilight we rode
talking of past wins and losses, the sad and the sweet.
The flat Oklahoma landscape flew by unnoticed;
farmers toiling late in fields of corn, maize and wheat.
Stop? he questioned, his face lit by the dashboard glow.
Yes! I answered, my young voice soft and low.
The smooth hood of the car warmed our legs,
as we leaned back on the cooling windshield glass.
Holding hands silently, listening to the night;
June bugs buzzing, crickets singing in the grass.
And just before beginning the ride home,
he leaned over to share that first kiss.
Soft, gentle lips pressed against mine
tendering summer plans full of promise.
Copyright 2002
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age of innocence to be desired but seldom captured the way you just did it. Bill