Tuesday, February 28, 2006
a tribute to sal mineo
at what age did i awaken?
oh, not even 13
no, i had not even 1 curve
or indented place. no gentle
pink nippled hint of gender, just
scabby knees and baggy shorts
peter pan collars and keds
no, not even 13 but beyond barbies
and baby dolls
so many years and boys ago
he was my first. the first of the
impossibly big eyes and soft pouts
mouths made for kissing
in ways unfamiliar but in time
practiced to perfection, then not
yet 13 but suddenly awake
and eager to learn
why, the dark eyed boy with a
mouth made for kissing, a boy in
black and white on the living room t.v.
made me need to know.
this poem came about from another blog i read and a memory it jogged. s