Childhood Sex
CHILDHOOD SEX
(for D.P.)
Oh, where is she now, love of my life, the woman I adore?
(I was five that summer, and she eighteen–—
in my childish heart of hearts, I had promised to marry,
knowing nothing of heartbreak and the grownup world of desire!)
— she walked up the steps ahead of me—
wearing a pair of those 1940s-style-cut white short-shorts
like Lana Turner wore in “Postman”:
and my heart did a tailspin–a turnover–—
from which I have never fully recovered!
Copyright © Jack Peachum | Year Posted 2021
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