DRESSED LIKE A POMPKIN

Dressed like a pumpkin
By james a. galgano

It was almost after dark.
Though I lingered in the park
Beneath lamplights tearing above
Thinking about this thing called love.
From 8th grade on it took me by surprise
Left often without a word come true.
I was such an awkward creature.
In my aging reflection someone I never knew
Often looking back in anger or was that my laughter.
In all my photos what was I searching for but forever after
I kissed my first woman at such late age.
It was almost like a sacrament I still long to taste.
Yet I was without a doubt or maybe more.
so, I cant relate
the first time I made love to a woman.
she in fact made love to me.
she was so much younger.
I had no clue what was supposed to be.
Yet she rode on top of me for hours.
Beneath tree and within car my brother knew
I was such an awkward creature upon reflection I never knew.
Then time pushed me forward once again upon young girls lips
I was like a foolish thought-out time eclipsed
In fact, the first time I met someone I loved.
I let her escape within my grasp undefined
And instead romanced her sister though furthest thing from my mind.
I was never sure who I was though into every mirror I searched.
Dressed like a pumpkin or jack o lantern I would be.
Searching for romantic man I never was though believed so in analogy.