Growing Up Poem by shimon weinroth

I remember Coney Island, the beach teeming with limbs and hams
breasts vibrant and moving, puberty and the glaring sun
raced my juices around, I oogled my cousin of 22 as her dress
floated to the sand revealing a one piece bathing suit

pert compact dumplings jiggling, two nipples distended
buttocks bunny sized wiggled, her smile captured my gaze
boldly glared bluntly stared, her eyes seemed so remote
my mother and aunt watching, caught the interlude

mini-passioned scene, viciously intervened, accusing shame on you
alone among millons I hung my head
I was embraced from behind by the love of my love
pressed her form, and the tears stopped

shame on you washed away, my being rose proudly
she pressed with compassion
whispered, ah my little man if only you were older