TOUCHING A TIT

was my goal,
my only goal,
for many many years.

Call me Ishmael
if you like,
or precocious,
but from the 5th grade
through most of high school,
that was way more important
than geometry unless
you consider that of innocence
& desire which I knew nothing about
but was drawn to constantly.
And it was not like I had steps. No.
Getting there was enough.
Under the bra was like discovering
a cure to adolescence; thinking
about the dark triangle of motives
was, well, unthinkable.

The goal
is still the same,
they still possess magic
& mystery;
only the tits
are attached
to different
torsos.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015