Flight 558 Poem by Alex Liberto

I know how hard
it is
being young
with the body
I now yearn
living mine
defined
by incongruity
 
I remember the
Gnawing Wisdom
of what was
when
Speedos were tight
against my groin
wrapped like mummy cloth
revealing
the foible of youth
fad of fashionable sighs
in libido loops
ricocheting from body
to body
like bat radar
craving for the gravity
of orbiting lust

I remember the girls
amateur embezzlers
transparent 
but useful
honoured for convenient 
minimalism  
Campari Sodas 
red
with lemon and ice
and all things nice
mother's locked away dream 
fraying at the seam
 
I'd watch the neighbour's boy
ride his bike down the hill 
daring and swearing
hands in the air
handlebars  
out of control 
free from constraint
free from restraint

I think I ogled
the handlebars
more than the boy
 
I remember the night
I lost my virginity
or found it
in the losing