So up we went
To a sky that nearly swallowed us –
A bass line could be heard across
The vast expanse of people –
Smells of sugar and salt and butter and
A bit of your perfume
I still can smell —
Two holding hands and feeling high
In several different ways –
We laughed to feel the wind and all
The myriad sensations of the evening –
Clad in our respect for dating, and
Our devotion to the cause of discovering
Just how high and how far and how fast
We could go
At fourteen
And not really on a date, but only sort of
This is so sweet and brings it back so closely. Ah, 14 — when both parties briefly change out of their lucky fishing shirts for something more 15-ish.
I think I wore “12-ish” up until about age 30.
LOL!
Precious 😊
I’m not sure that innocence lasts that long nowadays!
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