Basic Needs

Basic needs, love.

who do you say I am?

a tenant,

four walls surround,

I have basic needs, love.

scribbled on a Post-it note,

just because it’s on paper,

doesn’t mean a damn thing,

these basic needs, love…

aren’t a question,

as contact comes close,

bounces off and floats to the cloud,

my basic needs, love…

what about yours?

touch isn’t simply input,

it can be everything,

I need you, love!

all I cannot voice,

hands measure bodies,

kiss upon kiss,

basic needs, love.