Extra NaPoWriMo: Answer Yes

We thought we were young again.
That our faces didn't crack mirrors,
that our eyes were strong and bright.
It was like we were reborn
without the tics and bad habits
that wore down our eraser, broke
the pencil as we started to write.
This time we stood by our desks,
ready to give the right answer.
This moment we gave to pleasure,
replied yes to the hotel room,
yes to whatever touch was possible.
This life we called our lovers
from the trees, watched them perch
on our arms and shoulders, ready
to lift us up into the atmosphere.
This minute was our best chance
to get the joke, get the hairstyle,
get the chance to hold someone.
We would have the entire history
of the universe to be old.  We
were prepared to become stars now,
to disappear only when we burned out.