Three

Three
(a polyamorous, bisexual love song)

You
The kindest eyes and sunlight angelic halo hair
The comfort secure knowing
The little spoon mornings
The gentle breath

And you
The warmth and smooth
The heavy, heavy breast and wrinkle squash belly
The soft curve that envelopes
The faint hint of cigarette

And you
The hard heat and strength of arm
The scratch of chest hair and stubble
The solidity of weight and breathing
The tasting salt

And I
The broken story
That lays between you


March 2023


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