A second poem for Kelly’s wonderful poetics on Smell. Come visit! http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/05/scents-that-linger/
Summer Love
hot summer night – room full
of locals dancing to a country band
and now they are playing a waltz.
Sweet peach of a man/boy
you glided across the floor and asked me,
Want to dance?
Oh yes!
Your arm around my waist
and you against me guiding me around
and in and out of other dancers,
swaying, sliding, feet making that
swooshswoosh sound against the
rough boards.
And you, sweet peach of a man/boy
and my head on your shoulder
breathing in the smell of you –
sundried cotton shirt
and Ivory soap
and the faint newly budding man-smell.
Even after all these years
these smells make my hips sway
and my lips curve into a lazy smile.
Oh yes! Sweet peach of a man/boy.
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Jan 05, 2016 @ 15:53:04
Well, this made me smile right along with you… 🙂
Jan 05, 2016 @ 15:54:05
One of my favorite memories. 🙂
Jan 05, 2016 @ 16:40:02
What a wonderful sense in memories… I think there might be girly perfumes that would take me right back to the dance-floor too…
Jan 05, 2016 @ 17:45:34
🙂 aren’t those dance floor scents wonderful!
Jan 05, 2016 @ 18:02:41
How romantic & I specially love the capture of the scents here:
sundried cotton shirt
and Ivory soap
and the faint newly budding man-smell.
Jan 05, 2016 @ 20:36:20
Still one of my favorite smells – sundried laundry.
Jan 05, 2016 @ 19:47:55
Oh gosh 😀 this is oh so romantic! Thanks for sharing your memories 🙂
Jan 05, 2016 @ 20:33:31
Young love… 🙂
Jan 05, 2016 @ 19:53:02
oh, oh, oh! sweet and sensual all rolled into one.
Jan 05, 2016 @ 20:33:16
And it was….
Jan 05, 2016 @ 20:03:57
Nice! Love those memories of times that once were! Beautiful memories such as this are timeless.
Jan 05, 2016 @ 20:32:41
It is still one of my favorite smells – clean sundried clothing.
Jan 05, 2016 @ 20:53:11
This is just wonderful. The phrase lingers, along with the scents.
Jan 09, 2016 @ 22:23:08
And the memories – 🙂
Jan 05, 2016 @ 23:04:05
This is great. I almost swooned! I remember the smell of those man/boys in my past…a total aphrodisiac! 😉
Jan 09, 2016 @ 22:19:47
wink!
Jan 05, 2016 @ 23:36:24
Oh, yes, those were good
Jan 06, 2016 @ 08:23:56
Aaah, bliss, very romantic, wish I could remember such moments. Sadly, my youth was misspent with sweaty, spotty teenagers who stepped on my toes when dancing.
Jan 09, 2016 @ 22:16:51
We southern folk, at least some of us, have to take “cotillion” classes where we learn to dance, use multiple eating utensils for a place setting. And some of those country men/boys just seem to come by those swaying hips naturally.
Jan 08, 2016 @ 17:51:55
Ah yes, those first clumsy dances as a teenager, still too shy to ask girls out on an official date, the dance in the HS gym was at least a place where one could hold a nubile girl tight in a slow dance, while the starch in their petticoats, & perfume was intoxicating; reinforcing the rumor that girls are heaven to touch, in any capacity.
Jan 08, 2016 @ 18:00:18
Yes indeed, but nothing clumsy about this young Adonis!
Jan 09, 2016 @ 04:55:09
I am bathing in the scents of your poem.
Jan 09, 2016 @ 22:10:51
Good! They were indeed heady scents and to me, still are.