This is twisted love;
love triangle of the millenium.

Girl pitted against girl,
boy in between,
her legs wrapped around his waist,
chest of the other "she"
pressed to his lips.

And he breathes
through the lying mouth
of his second face,
hidden from them,
eyes fixed on the
destiny of their destruction.

Malevolently, he seeps
carbon dioxide from
his every calculating pore,
invading their limbs and torsos
with a stealth that comes only
from hours of late night espionage
and early morning terrorism.

But their minds are
built of resistance -
a counter agent constructed
from years of observing
the falsity of courtship
and pitfalls of man.

Together, with their free hands,
they coil overused heart strings
around his unsuspecting
wrists and ankles,
dangling him from the
rooftop of revenge.

And there he waivers
until they make their next move -
a little boy marionette
in the feminine
playpen of desire.

01/30/2004

Posted on 01/29/2004
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