4/19/12

Need
By Linda M. Crate


I need you with the same intensity
a land in drought needs a river to
fall from the sky; you persuade my
inhibitions to fall away, and the
naked truth of me doesn’t push you
away; yet sometimes I feel as if we’re
drifting apart like a bottle from the
sea — I’ve crashed on so many shores,
I don’t want to traverse them anymore —
the only place I want to be is nestled
in the crook of your arms, my lashes
brushing your cheeks as our lips meet;
you’re the only place that feels like
home and I’m not willing to lose you.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelor's in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poetry and short stories have been published in several magazines.