We lay in dew wet grass,
watching the stars shine and the world spin.
You lean into kiss me,
fumbling hands unzip me.
Looking into her eyes and stroking her hair,
tender kisses and sweet caresses,
become meaningless.
You call her name and softly we lay.
The three of us.
I had so much fun meeting new people are reading great stuff I had to play again.
I won’t bore you with backstory as I think this has happened to all of us.
Grin! Nancy - that’s wicked, sad and funny. Yeah, kinda sucks when making love suddenly becomes an invisible menage. Love it!
Loved it. It has that kind of love for a child which transcends all.
Yes, I get that poem, that happened to me TWICE.
Oh yeah, been there!
relationships are so complex.
so is figuing out what to say about this. as i can’t say ‘I’ve been there’ but i do have a honed imagination which conjours up a stew of emotions in response to this scenario. which makes me want to tell the story of these three to figure out what they are each all about.
The poem doesn’t need any intro - it tells the whole thing perfectly. Really well done!
First- OMG HOW COOL IS YOUR BLOG! I love it! I must email myself to remember to bookmark you when I get home.
Second- Awesome poem!
I think I read too much erotica. Instead of reading the intro first, I went straight to the poem and my first thought was, “How awesome — menage poetry!” *grin* Guess I’m lucky — Mr. Robin doesn’t have any other women in his past, and if he fantasizes about porn stars during sex, he never calls their names.
would it believable if I said ive never done that?
Oh good. I thought what Robin did at first. Then I read it again. After that? I’ll go with Sparky, would ya belive I’ve, er, cough, never done that?
Wow! Yeah I had to read it twice. I have a dirty mind. I like it-with either definition
Having been a reader of Nancy’s blogs in both versions, I knew she wasnt being dirty. But, I knew all you authors would take it that way, which is probably why I hang out at your places so often as well.
Thanks for the comments.
I could *ahem* be accused of this myself.
And, Sparky, someday there might be something here that surprises you….LOL!
The orginal version of this was…uhhh…much…uhhh… let’s go with the word different.
Different’s good, Nancy, but this is better.
I’ll e-mail you back later on. Glad you might join the fun!
SImply, but a great poem. And I think most of us thought about the same subject while reading your poem!!
I don’t THINK I’ve done this. And I know it hasn’t been done to me. But what a cringeworthy moment, perfect for a poem!
I love kiss me and unzip me. But I can’t decide if it’s three way love, the memory of another lover in the way, or a child. Very intriguing.
Ambiguity can be rather intriguing. I do prefer to interpret myself.
Your site is so bright and cheery! It’s a happy blog.