THREE'S THE CHARM





I
A Yoni Verse

I'm drunk on the winds of my own breath,
obliterated by mocking concepts of death.
My only salvation's when you whisper "yes!"


II
Another Yoni Verse

The word was on the tip of my tongue an instant ago. Attention lingers for a moment in the impossible vastness of what-is-not, a moth trying for the moon. The word is definitely gone like last night's dreams. A word that means
. . . means . . . now that's gone too. Perhaps I'll abandon words altogether, look around as an insect or raccoon might, bliss out on my senses.

Ah, there you are. You're waiting for me to say whatever it was that I'd begun. Your shoulders are delicate, your breasts so tactile. Your smile is exquisite. Nothing I could have said would have been worth the distraction.


III
This Yoni Verse

At last we're alone together.
"We've always been," you reply.
Yes. But at last I've noticed.

(c)2004 Samuel Beast


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