in my youth

there was innocence
old fashioned ideas
simple inexpensive dinners
eye thought were fancy
the company
and the trouble eye kept
trying 2 stay in front
of the next well traveled place
the deep, celestial connection
eye had with everything
and the women!
it was one woman actually
in my early experiences with her
the heavy
passionate kissing sessions
leading up 2 nothing
no foreseeable climax
just exploratory,
just touching her
and then the glint
the first recognition
of knowingly caressing her loveliness…
the discovery that
she was habit forming
the glorious
soft mounds of swelling flesh
beneath her clavicle
the indefatigable ache
of my hands 2 touch them her
the emotions eye felt!
that is
before my lower extremities
took control of me
that day in my youth
eye accepted
pale red as my favorite color
and worshiped it in secret
away from the condemning
opinions of my father, and the
constant redirections of my mother
in my youth eye had no need for spectators,
or speculations
just her name in my mouth
and my blood giving her praise

~ by abnegation on April 16, 2009.