*Dedicated to Jen and Kristine and the boys of summer~1988*
I want the moon to scream and awaken passions
and the sun to fade away behind lanky willow trees.
I want the boys of summer, fast cars, country roads,
girlfriends scrambling eggs with me in farmhouse kitchens...
Oh,ears of corn tell the all-night tales with husky voices
as fishing worms stir restlessly in the beer fridge...
I want the long bronzed legs of my youth back
and the high-thigh cut bikinis in tropical prints.
I can almost see the boys, tan from summer construction...
and I could sense break-time by the goosebumps as
they walked toward my sunshine yellow lifeguard chair.
I would fight the urge to turn around
and the blush that crept into my cheeks.
I won't ever forget the way their bodies shone in moonlight--
Blonde Bikeriding Brian, Justine's Dennis, and Funny Phillip~
shining like crinkled silver silos they leaned against with
their longneck bottles, fishing poles and flirtations.
Leave me in 1988 on the sofa bed in a tangle of both
male and female bodies in the spot closest to Brian
and do not awake me until the coffee-pot sings my
morning song...
I tell you, girl, those were the days...
Those were...
