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.