Remembering Poem by Alex Liberto

Flight BA 558

I know how hard it is
being young
with the body I yearn
now living mine
defined by incongruity
 
I remember
what we were
when chinos
were tight
against groin
wrapped
like mummy cloth
shrouding foibles
of youth
fads of fashionable sighs
that lift and fly
in libido loops
ricocheting from body
to body
like bat radar
craving for gravity
of orbiting lust

I remember
what we were
what I was
professional embezzler
Houdini of testosterone tricks
smiling and smiling
amongst olives and picks
campari cocktails 
soda and ice
and all things nice
mother's locked away dream 
fraying at the seam
 
I remember
rehearsing my way
through ploy and play
watching the neighbour's boy
swerving 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