View from the Back Seat
So strange seeing intimacies
from the back seat
like being dropped unseen
into someone’s bedroom.
Neck massages for the driver,
driver’s hand reaching
over to the passenger seat doing
whatever unseen tenderness,
maybe just a hand on a knee.
A world of gentle affection
to be cherished,
admired from afar.
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Visualized this really well, Pat.
I can remember my father (who was a fairly affectionate man) doing these little rituals, as if he did them without even knowing. And reading this, it was as if your words enabled me to be in the backseat of those night drives, the top of his convertible drawn back, the night sky above and his and my voices singing duet to River in the Rain (from Huck Finn)…moments where I was in the passenger seat, seen through the third person. His hand resting atop my own.
Thank you. Have been missing him this past week and your piece allowed me to see that loss in a different light.
So sweet Thank you
This is lovely, so tender.
These little moments of tenderness warm us all. Sweet poem.
I like your use of couplets. It shows us the two of the front seat. I love these lines:
over to the passenger seat doing
whatever unseen tenderness,
astute observation. Now that you mention it, yes.
Love poems about simple gestures & with couplets! Thanks for this Pat!