by Joeyg

Created on: September 03, 2008

Childhood love and first kisses Part 1......

I nod awake
as the old coach snakes into a tunnel,
enshrouding me in darkness.
Within seconds
a pinprick of light
reveals itself at one end
and expands,
popping the train
back into daylight.

Trees flash by
bar code like,
as the train rumbles along.
In the distance,
a sea of green melts away
revealing a sand blasted countryside,
home to small rolling hills

and a lonely train station
patiently awaiting my arrival.

Soothing rattling consumes the cabin,
as iron wheels
grip steel track,
attempting to slow.
Two horn blasts
erupt from its belly,
trumpeting across the land,
sending birds scattering
into a mess of directions.

I ready my pack
as the train jerks to a halt.
A squinty eyed man in uniform
ushers me down
a rusty set of steps
and onto a
cracked cobblestone platform.
A comforting smell lingers,
as I step into warm summer air.
Aromas of farm animals
and scorched grass fields
envelope my senses,
I smile.

I hike
down a well traversed road,
littered with loose gravel,
and sides packed with dead weeds.
I look back
as the horn sounds
signaling departure,
and to say a final farewell
to a friend
whom has brought me safely
this far.

I climb, weighed down
by my pack,
to the apex
of a treacherous hill,
which resembles a giants belly
snoring in a field of dream daisies.
The late afternoon sun
has already begun its descent,
igniting the sky in a mosaic of
Wild Roses and Dandelions.
With lights absence dawning,
my steps lighten
and take hold in a charge
for my grandmothers farm house.

Lights layers unfold
to flickering lanterns,
which raise her house
from the distant shadows.
Its roof pointed
like an old gnomes hat,
signaling my arrival
with a tip.
A rickety fence,
with paint hanging off
like loose skin
hugs the grounds.
Within its grip
a lonely gate on broken hinges
creaks through quiet
as it's bullied by wind.

As I step through this magical barrier,
a familiar sensation
brushes against my mind.
I close my eyes and
inhale deep into memories,
forfeiting to an overwhelming call
of childhood love
and first kisses..........

Part 2

I rub my eyes
stepping into dawn.
mornings silence erupts,
as lethargic bees buzz,
spellbound by life's
monotonous labor,
dancing like golden flakes
cascaded against a rising giant.

In the shadowed recesses
of the farm yard,
beyond the ritual sounds,
of no brain roosters
cock-a-doodling.
Trapped within a
forest of moss,
roots bore half in,
half out of dirt,
a golden bosom bearing
tree, looms above the
fantastical happenings of life.

A crippled farm house,
layered with worn boards
dappled by yellow paint,
slumbers within its
droopy tendril womb.
Its sides caressed
by beaming daisies,
swaying sensually
to and fro,
for a song
of great rapture.

She appeared
like a drifting blossom,
hair streaked by the
Devils fiery brush
across an oasis
of winter Oak.

Her silky hand
gripped my own,
pulling me into unknown.
My heart fluttered,
a butterflies dance
across freedom skies,
cast within a net
of temptation.
I resisted not.

The mouth of the barn
expanded and swallowed us
as she led me in.
Bullets of light
streaked through
ruptured walls,
illuminating a half latter,
which leaned itself
against a drooping
shelf,
strained by piles
of straw.

Cautious of non-faltering
steps, I followed
my goddess up.
Finding comfort
atop the feathery straw,
I sat next to her
and met her
between eyes.

A young innocence
was born
as our virgin lips
collapsed into one another,
awaiting what seemed
a lifetime.
A sensation,
so alien enveloped me,
and burned a memory
of childhood love
and first kisses

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