Do I Need It Poem by Omiat Kings

Why do I want what I am afraid of?

Has carpe diem sent me turning to fear for joy?

Or is fear good?

Or is joy worth dying for?

I want the one with the soft skin and sweet smile who will always be true and love me tender.
I fear the restlessness of her radius when her radiance rocks my world.

Am I too young? Too innocent? Too immature for a grown woman?
Is my mother right that I just have to wait?

Or am I to take her? To save her? To hold her in my arms where she belongs?

How I want to approach. To talk. To dance. To walk. To kiss. To touch her skin to mine.

But do I need it?