Trois.....

we are all the same
towards the destination
that island of
desire
three of us in this
boat
body

we do not mention names
what for?
the elements of wind and fire
and hands and thighs
and tongues

making memories on sands
and picking time like pickles
licking the
toothpick
and opening the

legs of what they do not
beforehand
understand as the three of these
who are here

unwind and in freedom
discover
the secret of
what cannot be uttered
here leave the hands
and mouth
open.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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