Love tormented me as a child.
An odd thing to admit.
To feel its absence at such a young age.
But there it is. Secret’s out.
I yearned for the real thing,
staring through the rails of my crib -
searching.
.
Watching the clouds move from my vantage point
surrounded by the soft cushions of my carriage.
Hearing voices above directed elsewhere, with
adults hovering and peeking inside, smiling,
like they would, admiring a dolphin at Sea World.
.
“Does he talk yet?” At five months old?
Yes, he quotes Shakespeare and Shelley
and keeps track of my shopping at
the A & P - he’s a whiz with math.
.
I wanted conversation and acknowledgment.
Damn, the lips if they couldn’t express
what was in my head. Damn the Soaps that
Mother watched, me propped up cooing
and failing to compete.
.
I wanted love in myriad colors. Blue to
assuage the sadness of a previous life gone.
Red so anger had a flag it could charge.
Yellow, like the sun, the flowers in the
front yard. The new Buick in the neighbor’s
driveway, that I was rolled past each morning.
.
Love to me were words and admiration.
A gentle nod to the little chap for hanging in there.
Being wise while being small.
Not fussing, not fighting, getting good
marks in school. Looking both ways at the light.
Praying with hands neatly clasped at mass,
heart fluttering with concern - am I already a fucking sinner?
.
Love tormented me as I grew older.
The years passing, the heart uncomfortable,
as others, still young seemed drawn to it -
like a bloody heat-seeking missile. And me -
watching and taking note - must look suave.
.
I wanted love to find me. To knock
on my door, drop a note through the mail slot,
Christ anything but the angst roiling in
the streets like an Ingmar Bergman movie.
Even at fifteen, I knew what it wasn’t.
.
Soft to the touch. Flesh warm and volatile.
Heart beating against breast. Loins aching
in pulses like some distant quasar - lighting
my universe. Sending me to the ER for
resuscitation.
.
I wanted absolution before the sin.
Expiation for what I had yet to do.
A priest, a wizard’s blessing, a saintly nod that
what I envisioned was okay - go ahead.
Commit the unthinkable - love with
absolute abandon - all in - every cell
giving its all.
.
Lose yourself in the moment - each
And every day.
.
Love tormented me as a child. Then I grew
Into an adult, grasped its pretty
face kissed its lips, and on its altar -
sacrificed myself.
About the Creator
Joe Luca
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True poetry. That's an amazing piece.
What joy to read- a true love story! thanks