We Fell In Love In The 60s
She smelt like strawberries and reminded me of innocent contentment
Embodied free love and lack of commitmentÂ
Bags packed she was a gypsy
Settled where loved, but gone in a jiffyÂ
A dollar for acid
They keep hallaring bad bitch
Loopy smile
Diary inked with sad shit
Lost among peers
Racing from fears
Hooked by the ears
She loves being here
She believes in pink
Round glasses and cuban links
She loves minksÂ
Kissing a lot and flirtatious winks.
She had my heart & often enough it doesn't think
Black and white on the televisionÂ
But she saw no color part of the mission
Platforms, peace signs preaching Harmony.
Quite fond of me
Or was it lean
No she was fond of dreamsÂ
21st century 60s
weed smoke & quickies
Mud livers and dying kidneys
Swing lovers and nose bleeds
First kisses under Palm trees
Play in snow no need for skiesÂ
Jumped in the vanÂ
And said take me to Peace
Music in fields
And some time to just speak.
I peaked into her mind
She had a soul just like mine.
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Comments
A lovingly detailed portrait of a fascinating and (infuriatingly?) beguiling woman.
You can almost see her in the distance!
J ;)
this poem is a journey, Ian....love the way you wrote it, in my mind the 60s came alive again with this woman, so cool the way you did that, enjoyed man, cheers poet