Reunion: #30 Carlo Cornut

REUNION: #30 Carlo Cornut

Carlo was on the wrestling team with me
Wrestled around one hundred thirty-three
Tall and wirey, a handsome boy
A pride to all Sicily's joy
I remember him way back when
kids were growing pubic hair and then
He was a novelty in 5th grade
with curly dark pubes that made
Us feel we were boys and he'd become a man
That is the age hot blood began

We won the county championship, our senior year
Celebrated with chips and beer
The coach brought a whore down
We passed her all around
But Carlo said, "No go"
While most of us got a blow

Carlo's locker was near to mine
I remember Otto asked one time
"Are you getting any?" "No," said Carlo
His brow contorted into a furrow
"I don't believe in sex before marriage"
That ended that, no words to disparage

I thought we were best of friends
Even though I wrestled at one forty eight
We often worked out together
despite my added weight
He was fast as lightning, better than I
I admit it, I would not lie
But of course we all will lie
To save ourselves or other's from hurt
Like those we wound by chasing skirt

Time marches on in projection
I had a perpetual erection
Teenage hormones and all
I met a cute redhead with a southern drawl
on the bus coming from the city
she lived a town away, was very pretty
Wearing white shorts and kind of flirty
Her sweater tight, her tits exciting
No one could blame me, she was inviting
I sat besides her and charmed the lass
Her shorts were wide, my finger could pass
She orgasmed seven times with lust
In the back row of an empty bus
My hand under her bra, her tits so soft
At the Lake Park Stop, we both got off

The weather was cool, long past winter
Her pussy once more began to sinter
We fucked on the grass behind the boat house
She lay on my blue wool navy pea coat
The clouds above did breezily float
Her naked breasts were of Botticelli
Her slender waste and tiny belly
Her vagina was a thing of mystery
Hidden behind a red haired symphony
No one there, we were in luck
Following the evolutionary code of conduct
Without a condom we did fuck
This was before the era of STD's
When sex was as safe as you might please
Of course I should have pulled out in time
but her legs were firmly around me entwined

"When can I see you again?"
My heart was all a flutter
"Oh no —my boy friend would go crazy
This was our time, there will be no other"
She never said her boy friend's name
from another town it was all the same
She asked me to give her bus fair to get back home
I gave her $5, my week's money, and my comb
She gave me a kiss and my penis a tweak
Then she ran off before I could speak

A few days later Carlo confronted me
Fists clenched, "Trying to steal my girlfriend, I see?"
"What are you talking about, are you engaged?"
I could see my friend was all enraged
"Red, the girl you tried to date, on the bus"
"Oh God, that's your girl friend, hair red as rust?
I didn't know, I'm sorry, we just talked, that's all"
I tried to apologize, tried to stall
He'd guessed I'd made a pass
How'd I know Red would talk so fast
Telling him I'd asked her for a date at last
Was I really to my blame?
I didn't even remember telling her my name

Red must have tried to make him jealous
To show how attractive she was to a boy overzealous
She was Carlo's steady—How was I to know?
I didn't mean to treat him low
I never said what had transpired
How that afternoon was fired
I'd broken her hymen without knowing
She bled until the blood stopped flowing
I wiped her clean with a hanky
"Guess that's proof of our hanky panky"
She said, as she laughed at own retort
As she reached down to pull up her shorts
That had remained around her left ankle
With grass stains and blood sprankle

Carlo stopped talking to me that day
Even though I'd see him come and away
From our line of lockers grey-green
The site of youthful stories obscene
Crusted with 50 years of paint and rust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Locker doors slammed, a cacophony of noise
Time after time by thousands of the boys
Carlo never spoke to me again
Although I saw him often when
He just scowled, before he'd flee
Saying not a word to me

Later that June, we graduated
Carlo never hesitated
Lives become common knowledge
Carlo married, didn't go on to college
Worked as a driver in his Dad's fruit delivery
With a pregnant bride a late discovery
They lived in a small garage apartment
Over on Elm Street behind the escarpment
I'd see when I drive home late from the Pizza Bar
His Fruit Truck or his delivery car

I saw Red only one more time
I recognized her from behind
Her full red hair looked like a flower
I watched her for a quarter of an hour
At the "Stop and Shop" on Mulberry Street
with a baby carriage and two little feet
I didn't say a word, afraid she might mind
but I snuck a look from behind
The kid had curly blond curls and full lips so fine
I was shocked, they looked a lot like mine

No doubt Carlo fucks her for all she's worth
Maybe he thought her's was the virgin birth
Perhaps he paid no attention
had fooled around without mention
Not sure if he got it in or failed to look
or if the sperm had even "hooked"

For those who believed in God and morality
In my experience, daughter's of Eve violate feality
Each female is human and part whore
So are we men, on that subject I'll say no more
Except that the harlot's act is what we love
When we fit inside their velvet glove

I still have that "hanky panky"
though by now it smells a little danky
Though I haven't seen Carlos or Red or that babe
For some reason the hanky I've saved
Only once, I saw them at a reunion ball
They did attend, Carlos still didn't talk at all
I was afraid to ask Red to dance
It seems so long ago our sexual trance
But in a moment when the band hit sync
She turned toward me and gave a wink
I still feel badly, though I'm not to blame
I guess I'll carry that guilt as my shame
All the way to my own cold grave
With the hanky panky
     in my burial suit pocket I'll drave