She Said It Was Just A Movie Poem by Michael Stephen

Us in bed, watching a movie with Johnie Cash.
You questioned why I flinched at your touch.
It's a male thing? Someone in me that intuits pain, and there,
doesn't experience sensitivity.
Johnnies way out of control man, and I'm inside of him and Junes head.
Sympathetic something, with an identity melt don chaser,
gets me deeper into movies, sometimes, then make believe.

You by my side are a part of me alive,
I'm dreaming the movie, but I couldn't finish right then,
you watching me watching the movie,
I like him am loosing my mind.

You didn't understand, questioning me, while my mind rolled into blackout.
Now I'm in the path of the hurricane,
in my death the sea takes me to the bottom
where your love lies forever in my arms.

I dream this desert of separation,
you are the water of my thirst.

If I could find you on my side, understanding, or what? Just experiencing my pain and giving compassion, who knows what could be.
It's only loves need for love that blows my world away.
I'd die a thousand times to be in the path of you.