today is june 3rd, 2007 afternoon just before 3
took the dog for a walk down a path--broken...
thick wet honeysuckle like pre-rain some many summers in my history
a moment in time flashed like a token.
i was 11 soon to be 12 years old
summer in missouri but the scents fought sulfur and floral sweet
a little more reckless, a little more bold
i brazenly flirted with a high school i had yet to meet
only to be tormented by him - soon to before without pants-
it was later in the day then it is now
we'd then be more civil at the block party/dance
it all comes back somehow.
"stewert", his name i whisper to myself
as the dog pursues to seek his relief
as "eli's coming" sang it counted my wealth
bought us both a soda-pop to my disbelief
he took my arm in hand
and lead me away into the dusk down such an earthen path
we bobbled like dolls kissing in the woodland
and there made love and glorious aftermath
more kissing & hugging still looks and discovers
we didn't hide our intrest as young males do in shame
the air hung manly with sulfer and floral scents - we'd be summer lovers
'that dare not speak it's name'
only later to read oscar wilde, greek loves and become proud of our sharing
starlit nights camping out in the neighbor's field
i remember the humid-caring
that damp summer in missouri's springfield.
stewert and i lost in our living
poignant-- we then discover
the constant giving
summer rains and midnight's lover.
i adjust my self as i return to open the door
it was the sultry-- damp-- sprinkles as that summer's day
just like before
scents and sense of that fond yesterday.
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