Monday, August 20, 2012
BOYS
I watched a half dozen boys
rough-house on a lawn.
Shirtless and bare footed,
they played their version of football.
After the ball was passed
and caught (or not),
they would pile onto each other.
I recall my 12 year old self
and that same scene,
when I felt a nascent
sexual attraction for
my team mates.
I was curious,
which of these boys
would leave this game,
with awakened feelings
of more than just football
on a summer afternoon?
©T.Puma/MMXII
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Oh YES!!! Indeed this pulls out pictures from the depths of my memories. The quilt felt for the attraction I struggled with for the other boys was minuscule when the next game began. To be close was my goal. This is a wunderbar poem that opened a fload-gate of teenage attraction memories. I love it.
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