and i call it love . . .

and i call it love

i remember that sweet Spring Day

there was a feeling of anticipation in my heart

yet it was still heavy

from the Snow

the Darkness of Solitude

Winter often brings

as our spirits slumber

yet by the numbers

i went through it

just like i have done so many years before

and as i said

there was a sweet anticipation

of elation

and i could not quite figure out the equation

of what i was going through

but i know i needed something

and i call it love

as i was walking i saw all the happy children

playing and jumping and skipping and joyful

and my heart though not woeful

was not full of what i desired

and the fire though not out

and still yet warm

began to swarm my thoughts

of the absence of that special someone

someone i could relate with

share with

be with

and give the gift

i have been holding on to for much too long

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

yes, i still had a song within

and i needed a friend

not just a body

i have been there before

which is why the door to my heart has no lock

yes i was not willing to settle

for anything less

i refused to compromise

sometimes i felt this would lead to my demise

and to my surprise

i am still standing

and still demanding

for the certain soul

to fill this hole

and make me whole

once again

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

as i strolled down the streets of the city

pity came and sat upon my shoulder

each day that bastard got bolder

attempting to entice me to have a party in his honor

and i instinctively knew that when i did this

i would be a goner

and the game would be over

i knew i needed more than a lover

that i may perhaps uncover

my greater self

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

i walked into the restaurant

where a pretty little thing named Rita

came over to greet me

to see

if she could do me

from the Breakfast  Menu

though i must be honest

many times i thought of this conquest

the Bacon and Eggs of it all

and those wonderful legs that i could fall

between

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

as i adorned my best smile

and my fortitude

to go beyond this test

of my flesh

as i feebly sought

to flesh out love from my lusts

damn . . . 

i might be blowing this opportunity i thought

after all her breasts were nice

perhaps that would suffice

for a moment or two

and she did have two

would that do

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

i looked up for

perhaps the first time

and something i have never noticed before

that when our eyes met

i noticed that they were set

perfectly upon her face

as were her full inviting sensuous lips

and her hips that appeared

to be perfectly shaped for my grasp

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

i felt a movement in that place

that i did not often think of these days

though i have my ways of satisfying my self

no, not what you think

i paid close attention to my spiritual health

for that was my divine wealth

that is how i made it through

my meditation was my mediation

and though this physical equation was not satisfied

Rita moved me in ways i have long defied

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

as she seemingly peered deep into my soul

and her loving essence began to cajole

this raging beast that was raising himself

to be seen

in a wanton rage

for he realized that somehow

we needed to engage

in something more

yes, he, the “id” of me

wanted to explore

he wanted to climb the mountains of desires

and explode in the horizons of ecstasy

and this was no fantasy

for he had been there before

and he . . . my “i’ remembered

and i know i needed something

and i call it love

well needless to say

i gathered my salutations

i and i fit the words to the equations

and i navigated this situation

like the master of word that i am

or at least who i think i am

and of course as i employed the voice

i gave Rita a subtle yet definitive choice

loneliness or bliss

and as i described all the places

i so wanted to kiss

she began to melt

and explained to me that she too

felt as i did feel

and for too long she held her tongue

from the realness of her heart

and she began to impart to me

that she too was a person of dreams

and that life at times does seem

to never give you what you want

or what you need

but she saw in life a Garden

and long ago in her ardent heart

she planted the seed of love

deep in the furrows of her soil

and she nurtured it each and every day

in her own way

and i must say

i was flattered

for each day she saw me

she knew with certainty

that this day would come

for i was her sunshine

and her bright morning star

and she knew the road to this heaven may be long

but within her there was a song of promise

and she promised

that i would no longer need anything

for she was my everything

she would be the sweet fruit

of all the harvest

of my visions

and my dreams

and though it may seem

that this is but chance

she reminded me

that we must believe

in all the dreams we conceive

and though this line of thought

may be overused and tired

but the spirit of truth is required

if we are to achieve that which we seek

and have always sought

the happily ever after

with joy filled smiles and laughter

as we have been taught

we must be honest

and willing to admit

without requite and submit

to this truth

that we all know we need something

and i call it love

(c) 18 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.