Weekend at the Jersey Shore,
me, my wife, a good friend, his wife,
and Hank
with the overactive testosterone,
young movie maker buddy from Queens,
the scene a waterfront saloon
jumping with sounds of the Fifties,
as ageless revelers shuffle and swing
dirty boogie to prancing mummers strut,
me I mostly sip scotch,
laugh occasionally with my wife,
pretending to listen
to my good friend and his wife,
and ogle
blossoming college girls home for the summer.
Hank follows his hormones
to the long oval bar,
finds a seat by the most seductive woman
in the room, tonight’s score,
his thought fixed in a toothy smile,
he is seldom wrong,
orders Sauvignon Blanc for two,
charms her
with slightly off-color Jewish wit,
touches his knee to hers.
Later hank stands up,
she stands up,
a goddess creature clad in slinky
not so subtle off the shoulder dress
splashed with color and sex,
this mythic huntress
gazing down on Hank from at least six three,
Hank standing five eleven,
consumed
in deep brown eyes
that mirror his own longing,
call it lust,
her laughter the mock of conquest.
Hank stops by the table,
announces his golden Olympian,
hint of lavender in her hair,
Homer’s source of joy,
who whispers
in a voice that springs from the sea,
I am a fifth grade teacher down beach.
Silently I recall
my fifth grade teacher
who never plucked her eyebrows.
Hank slaps my shoulder,
winks as he and his goddess of love and beauty,
her playful smile stabbing my mind
with yesterday rapture,
leave to take a little stroll by water’s edge.
I order my wife a vodka and soda,
relight my ten dollar cigar,
duck the frowns,
return my latent desires
to the nearly nubile young things dancing around me,
three the equal of my age,
taunting me.
Slowly I sip my scotch,
lost in memory and a few regrets.
Next morning at the room,
the rap on the door is Hank,
sleepless bloodsick eyes,
on his face the death grin of a pale Adonis
who just got laid
by Aphrodite.
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Hank and his lucky partner!
This was such delight to read and feel!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings,LOVE and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheexooo
STay Positive!
I have only looked up to one man in my life, and also looked him in the eye....he is 6'3" tall...
I am 5"11 & 1/2" tall & you see that is without my heels...
There is a shortage of tall men in Indiana :)
I enjoyed your story poem Gene :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Bravo
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Leaves me smiling and oddly glad to be far away from this...thanks,
Gina
and you say more in the raising of your brow and glass than some do in a lifetime. this is glorious and giddy.
ness+
Good write,
Cheers,
Dan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Sage