A Boy In Heat

Young Boy in Heat I remember when I was a kid Maybe twelve or thirteen years old Just on the edge of pubescence and Becoming aware of my own sexuality Drawn to girls for the first time and Finding them compelling and different Every sense jumping up when one Entered a room I was hanging out in Leaving me with an odd feeling in My lower belly, confusion reigning In my brain and emotions as to why And it wasn’t long after my awareness Of girls that I discovered women I was a Libra with hormones rising And almost anything became the fodder For major teenage sexual fantasies I was checking out my mother’s friends Not to mention my friend’s mothers I was obsessed and testosterone ran amok The scent of perfume or powder Scrambling my neurotransmitters Smelling like notes from a smokey Jazz record on an old phonograph Prominent in a picture on the wall I’ve chased that mystery since the First hair appeared on my chest and It’s rendered me a very happy man...