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The Pair of Us, No-bodies
by Cristy M.Two people, with
None, without
The burden of this head
and its qualified hostesses
is all too-much for the every-day
and I don't want to be in
this place, without him
and this place is all-the-heres
all-the-theres
all-the-every places, without him.
These two of me with him make three
and we are a party of would-be lovers,
hostesses revelling in the occupation
of occupation.
But, in the every-place where
we are nothing,we are
hostesses without a guest,
would-not-be lovers without
purpose
Like now,
like how we are in this place,
wherein we cease to be
when were are not made we
by he.
There are settings wherein
he watches--with
skeptical eye and wondering
of strategy,
hands upon our face
that is where we
flutter our eyelids
that is where we sigh
in every place fantastic
made into three. 05/18/2010 Author's Note: 3. It's the magic number. Oh yeah it is.
Posted on 05/19/2010
Copyright © 2025 Cristy M.
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jasmine Sword-Mann on 12/01/10 at 05:44 AM The flow in this is phenomenal. I am at a loss for words to type. I love this. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/28/17 at 11:44 PM Yes 3 in fact "3" is a very special number even in mathematics. I love that you've used it in a poem. Take care m'lady and be well! g |
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