Sometimes we just NEED
dora graham 1994
He needed no space for his living.
A bed, and a pen, and a room.
And paper as white as an alien light.
In his bed, in his mind, in his room.
Her clothes were 'St Vinnies' and dated
And her tired hollow eyes shadowed blue.
And she loved her old man, and her kiddies
But she NEEDED, and he needed too.
"I'll see you sometimes if you want to."
She said...More a plea than a grant.
He just nodded and reached for the doorknob.
"I'd like to!" She said. "If you want!"
He smiled, and said "Yes, you can call me.
Perhaps we can talk about things"
They were both of a sort
In word, deed and thought,
And neither one needed the strings.
A bottle of pseudo bubbly
Purified natural spring
Served with a slender unscented
Rose looking, blood-coloured thing.
A slightly up-market motel room
(Around thirty dollars a night.)
A VCR tape and the TV
And a forty watt fluorescent light.
Together for Valentines evening
They met in the park by the lake
He was feeding the ducks
When she asked him to fuck
Her...The first of their mutual mistakes.
Their eyes showed both tragic and hopeful
"Please God!" Cried her mind to the sky
Freedom, too brief to be girdled with grief
"Just do it!... and then I can cry"!