It Was Need Poem by Terri Ann Stone

It was desired. Misunderstood Love. You, nineteen, me, thirty seven.
It was an old wound healed. It was climbing after midnight over rocks
To see the canyon of desires. It was dreaming of the ocean. Yet holding
back from going to the ocean for fear of its truth revealed. One fears loves
rollercoaster ride; the other is happy to take it over and over again.
entangled in each other’s arms. Over and under in and out crisscrossed
in a lover’s knot of intimacy running rampant in a smoky, suffocating room.
A torrent of waves wash over us as we pause to breath the stale air to do it again.
Please, again, I beg. Because reality is such a harsh thing and this stuffy dream
world holds such a fantasy of equality of love that only we can obtain. Then suddenly there
is a knock at the door. Reality swooshes in like the cold crisp air of justice
it is just the maid “ Is there anything I can get you? ” is all she asks but I look at
you an see the youth in your face. Wave after wave of that child-like look burns
into my mind. Morality is the next creature to set its ugly head upon my chest. I rip from the entanglement and sling my clothes on leaving you in total amazement. No longer is youth
my lover but the wise decision of an old fool left behind.