{"id":60,"date":"2019-03-04T23:29:38","date_gmt":"2019-03-04T23:29:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bessyreyna.com\/?page_id=60"},"modified":"2019-03-04T23:29:56","modified_gmt":"2019-03-04T23:29:56","slug":"the-boys-i-loved-and-who-loved-me","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/bessyreyna.com\/index.php\/the-boys-i-loved-and-who-loved-me\/","title":{"rendered":"The Boys I Loved (and who loved me)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Had no beards, spoke softly, had gentle hands
\nexcept for Ricardo, who once threw a punch defending my honor
\nand ended up in the emergency room.<\/p>\n

Since then, the middle finger of his right hand wore a scar
\nwith my name on it. We never kissed because I dated his brother
\nwho went on to commit suicide. Later, Ricardo and I fell in love
\nwith the same girl. He got to have her. I never did.<\/p>\n

There were other boys. Kisses at the movies, long car
\nrides ending up at lovers’ lanes overlooking the ocean.
\nOne boy loved the rain because our breath
\nwould fog the windows, a private curtain covering desire.<\/p>\n

I loved the foreigner who showed me the sky, whispered
\nthe names of constellations while our heads rested in each
\nothers’ arms. His brother brought me flowers,
\nmade me feel like a movie star.<\/p>\n

One boy liked to sit on the old sofa
\non the front porch of his small house and kissed me
\nwhile his grandmother slept in a room nearby.<\/p>\n

There was a U.S. soldier stationed in Panama
\nI almost married. The Army transferred him.
\nIn God I must trust.<\/p>\n

But my favorites were the gay boys
\nwho never talked about marriage and children,
\nwho didn’t want to own me. My best companions
\nwho loved to dance, design clothes, party and have fun<\/p>\n

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