Three’s A Crowd
Our bodies did once fit
Lips to lips
Arms wrapped around
Holding each other in place
Head on shoulder
Joined at the hip
Step in step
Intertwined
In bliss
Two as one
Until
Another came
Inserting themself
in between the two of us
Resting their head
on your shoulder
Leaving no room for mine
Turning your mind
Stealing your lips
and my bliss
Three is a crowd
An odd number
That will never fit
My body again
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Grace is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and had prompted us
To write about the body or body parts.
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The cruelty of betrayal and the selfishness of one, awful to think it. Your poem calls the reader to account, there is no looking away from this.
Thank you Paul. I hope you are well ☺️
My goodness this is potent! An incredibly moving poem, Christine! 💝💝
Thank you, as always, Sanaa ☺️💕
I was thinking of kids, but then the meaning became different. Sadly, three is a crowd in a relationship. Well done.
Thank you Grace ☺️💕
An awkwardly painful trio…sadly happens too often!
It sure does Lynn. So sad 😞
Can’t help but remember how Princess Diana described her marriage to Charles … yes, inserting another body into the mix is often deadly.
She said there were three people in the marriage so it was rather crowded. Poor love. So young and having to deal with that and everything else.
An odd number and one which can cause immense pain, until we learn to embrace ourselves and let go of other people’s nonsense.
Exactly! We are better than their nonsense anyway.
It’s bad enough when YOUR OWN body gets in the way, but…
That’s funny Ron! ☺️
Damned. Good stuff christine… well expressed!
Thank you Rob. Much appreciated ☺️
Beautifully written story of betrayal
Thank you my friend 🥰
You’re welcome 😉