- Erotic Poetry
- 5th&Atlantic
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Click hereThe walk is in full tilt,
t-shops crammed with the
usual mix of tourists, fled
to the beach from Canada
or the Midwest, and local
daytrippers who have packed
their cars with everything
they thought would be of
use, but still find themselves
in the traps overspending for
snacks and bottled water,
film and suntan lotion,
knick-knacks they bought
at least once before,
I watch, not the way I did
growing up here, when we would
come down and sit on breaks
from Flipper's playing Robotron or
the first Star Wars arcade games,
sit and savor soft ice cream and
mustard-lined soft pretzels while
quizzing passing tourists as to
where they were from, collecting
bets from each other afterwards.
No, now my eyes gravitate more
towards just enjoying the view,
tight jean, tighter shorts, swimsuits
as risqué as any seen in the fashion
shoots (even if only visible beneath
purposely sheer outer garments),
and making eye contact, maybe
small talk, with passing beauties
more open to moving beyond
such opening gambits since they
know exactly what a summer fling
is all about.
- COMMENTS
Remecover 10 years agoAuthorYeah, I was unsure about that line, so I think you ladies are correct. (Thanks for affirming what I suspected. *g*) I have submitted an edited version to remove that line.
UnderYourSpellover 10 years agoYou have a gift for painting a moving picture with words, so that I who has never visited an American seaside resort can still see it perfectly.and yes I think the end of the 3rd stanza is enough.
GuiltyPleasureover 10 years ago....this didn't get its dues in the summer challenge. I see Old Orchard Beach teeming with Quebecois. You bring out the scents and sounds of a seaside resort teeming with life. I think you could discard the last lines, "....<i>.know exactly what a summer fling is all about" </i> is final enough.
Angelineover 10 years agoand I am pretty sure I know the town you're writing about, but to me the East Coast feel of the poem filled me with memory. You have such strength in your eye for detail and ability to paint a picture that comes to life. I'm not sure how I feel about the last two lines--mainly cause I love the last line that comes before them and feel it's a stronger place to end. But that's just me. Loved reading it (a bunch of times by now!).
