Thought of Three

4-27-08

 

the evanescent thump of you

pervading in my inappropriate parts–

 

to the second gender that smells as sweet,

to the separate lender who I never keep,

 

sweep my wave again,

pulse my crave my friend

 

because there are where the words lie;

because this is why I cannot cry.

 

 

 

caught in the mind of me,

all in the thought of three.

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