Unforgettable moment

Shotgun Love

Judy was my first love
at age six a love so pure
I had no name for it.
We played show and not-tell
in the dirt underneath
my wood-frame home and
once were naked together
in a field of cotton with
stalks thinner than our
legs and boles whiter
than our small sexes.

We went to church on
Sundays and she once asked
what I thought of our being
naked and I said I knew
God didn’t like it,
but I did.

Mother ended our romance
when she heard of Judy
taking me into her parents’ bedroom
with the blinds dirty yellow and torn
where I was taking off clothing
but she wanted to show me
her father’s shotgun and
pulling the trigger blew
a hole in the wall, much
larger than my head.

Even if she had wounded me,
I would have forgiven her
because never again has love
smelled so much like gunpowder,
nor has nakedness been so loud.


Author: compasionatecritiques

Michael Eaton Bio Grew up in Littlefield TX and ran around with Waylon Jennings little brother. In high school lived and worked in a funeral home. First came to Austin in 1960 to attend UT. One year later enlisted in the Army. After serving came back to Austin and managed the Texas Theatre on the Drag. Was there when Whitman went on his killing spree from the Tower. Before completing school, decided to go to San Francisco State University. Moved there, and became a hippie living in a commune until graduation with a Masters in Creative Writing. Then came back to Austin and became partners in a stained glass studio, a business in which my eldest son is still involved in Houston. After two more children arrived, needed to make more money and became a new home salesman. Now retired. Recently have just completed conducting two poetry classes in assisted living centers for the elderly in Austin and Wimberley. I write poetry to stay sane in a sometimes insane world.

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