My golden boy
with California muscles
you are good for me.
Like sun on skin
parading my name in lights
for everyone to see.

Like the lights in the valley
when we stopped at the 7-Eleven
and when we stopped at Club Mannikin
and when we stopped at Diego's
and when we didn't want to stop
but did. Having no choice.

I remember watching you
at the point, out in the surf while
wave after wave washed
over you, wishing it was me.
But it wasn't and there was
nothing I could do.

And when we went up in the desert
you drove and my brother
sang love songs in the back seat.
There was a haze over everything
and I didn't mind not being able
to see the mountains.

You just kept driving
and I boldly mentioned past loves
like reciting a grocery list.
When my brother fell asleep
you finally told me
you had never really
been in love.

I never saw the sun that day
and I considered telling you
to keep driving, there's no need
to stop. But it got dark and
when we entered the city
I saw the lights again
and we drove into them
and they were all around us
and they warmed me
like the sun never could.

The next morning you drove me
to the airport and I took
pictures of you
squinting in the sun
to help me remember.

We had time for hot chocolate
and it was hard to talk and
I remember both of our hands
were in front of our cups, not touching.
I asked you what you were thinking
and you couldn't put it in words
and neither could I.

When it was time to go
I couldn't hold back and
I finally had to touch you
holding you like a soldier
back from war.

I wanted to thank you
for the lights and the sun
and for making me believe.
You answered me by brushing
your lips across my cheek
and somehow, it was enough.

Wow very nice

very nice,sometimes it's the simple things that are just enough.

Very nice! WOW!

(But, girl, ya shoulda grabbed him up and kissed him like there was no tomorrow!!! )

Normally I would have, but I was with someone at the time... I'm a lot older now and believe me, if I thought there was some chemistry I would be on it right now. Now I am single and view life as too short to miss a single opportunity.

nice Pamela....gave me a rush of memories of a girl named Janey from Arizona..
1974...3 day whirlwind & then a heartwrenching goodbye at Mpls airport...
never to be seen again...hmmmm...great poem...

Awesome poem enjoyed it very much. Ohh how the memories of the past seem to come flooding back years later.