That Moment

That Moment 
1959

Warm-laden mid-west humidity, 
the oak’s broad canopy 
evening outdoor gala
party lights shimmer    My older 
brother, finally, his friend I’ve 
longed to meet     slender, wavy 
black hair wanting fingers to play—
his inviting soft lips
that smile     searching gaze
I feel seen

But flat-chested, fourteen 
I watch his gaze slide  
toward others
his age
Seed sown, for years
I have eyes for no other