It was the day of my sexual awakening
It was beautiful
She was gentle
And she was quiet
I think she was as excited as I
As we lay together
A tangled web of limbs and whispers
I knew there would be more moments like this
Then my father burst in the door
And he turned on the lights of the storeroom
My nakedness startling him
Her nakedness startling him
‘What’s going on here?’ He shouted
I fumbled about for my clothing
Trying to hide my adolescent body and get dressed at the same time
She lay peacefully quiet, seemly immune to my father’s presence
‘My God Son, this is an abomination! And here in my store!’
I couldn’t say anything; love has no language, the heart can’t speak for itself
So I chose to remain silent
‘You’re sick..what am I going to tell your mother?’
He was fuming
‘She should be in the sporting goods section? Not here in the storeroom!’
He moved towards her and picked up some of her discarded clothing
‘And these, these are from the Women’s casual summer wear collection….’
He picked up her intimate garments that only minutes ago I so gracefully removed
(Although I did struggle with the brassiere snaps and had to use my teeth to unclasp them)
‘And these are from the lingerie department!’
‘They’re ruined..I can’t sell these to anyone…’
I was dressed now
Trying to look defiant to impress Mosha
I wanted to cover her up
Her white skin glowing in the fluorescent light
My father grabbed Mosha by the ankle, jerked her up to the standing position
Her head spun around several times until it was it was facing backwards
And her black wig fell to the ground
Her plastic bald head looking so vunerable
Mosha’s face was next to his
For a moment I thought she might kiss my father
Mosha was reckless like that
Then he turned and walked back into the store
Mosha’s white bottom, the last thing I saw before the door closed
I knew she wouldn’t get far
She’s be in the sporting goods department
Dressed in hip waders, a hat full of lures
and staring out over the kayaks and archery equipment
It was okay
I was going to be closing up tonight
And Mosha and I would meet up
We’ll be lovers once again
I have already eyed some attractive lounge wear she would look quite fetching in
(I may not go the trouble of picking out a brassiere this time)
And we’ll put today behind us
I’ll fix her neck so it won’t spin around again…that is a little disturbing to see
And simply let love guide us on our path of togetherness