Late Bloomer: A Sonnenizio

My body bloomed the counterpart of two
souls, two Sicilians who met in America,
two musicians: a vocalist, a pianist; he
her voice instructor too promiscuous for a chaste
Catholic girl. She pined two years after
a man who fled to Florida from New York:
It must have been about 1972,
after Harvey Milk moved to San Francisco,
before Dade County refused to recognize
gay rights. 22 years late, Papa realized
his marriage to my mother wasn’t traditional.
Under cover, he’d leer at two men: hugging chests
pressed together like swollen genitals,
kissing tongues suctioned like two tentacles.