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Two wanted to embrace a third
moved forward Stood on beach and
tipped back a head
exposed throat, made luck, turn of arm
a charm worn at the neck Bring
hand to small of back let
willowy wrist go slack
Fear stood up on thin legs at the water's edge
Three walked past the snow-tipped hedge Three
mounted the gray wooden stairs
In triangles they moved about the bed
blue veins moved their red cargo south
a mouth became a cave, became a door
garments cast to floor, fabric in a crumple
It was not difficult
It was not far
the tear or cramp or turn of tissue
Enter the small form, enter the hardened muscle
fuck away what lies down inside, what small doll
is buckled in the heart's hasp
What two can do, three can do better
Feel in your head what you cut from its tether
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©2000 Mark Wunderlich and Nerve.com
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