The First Threesome And Lessons In Geometry

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The First Threesome And Lessons In Geometry
by Peter Funk

There we were
the three of us
in a sea of limbs
floating on spit
and flesh and hair.
We stank of cheap beer.
Our tongues made triangles.
We started in the bathroom,
braided rug under our knees,
hands full of fleshy curiosity,
everything wet,
each part the echo
of another.
The possibility of pattern.
The mutability of limbs.
A dissection of lines and angles.
Questions about how
we could fit together.
Answers in low throttled moans
that in echo and phrase
became doubt.
I watched both of you
kiss above me,
hovering at each other’s necks.
To say I didn’t want
every moment, each
tug and press, withdrawal,
would be a lie.
Even the men,
and they would come,
hard and bristled,
each wanting you
and me
in a way that was dense,
pressed, even their tongues
harder.
Eventually all of it
felt like dollar bills
being stuffed
in your mouth.
As you gathered your clothes
off the floor,
the light from the next room
grabbing your naked ass
as you walked
towards the bathroom,
I stole what I wanted
and could not give back:
hidden pieces of your eyes,
your smell on my fingertips,
the tears that rolled
down the inside of your thighs,
that truth you held
so delicately
under your breast
the one that said
love has nothing to do
with geometry.

1 thought on “The First Threesome And Lessons In Geometry

  1. good shit. gooooooooood shit.

    the only thng that would have made it better for me would have been some breaks. stanza, line, whatever. maybe three stanzas? just personal opinion, though.

    gooooooood shit

    my favorite piece:

    “We started in the bathroom,
    braided rug under our knees,
    hands full of fleshy curiosity,
    everything wet,
    each part the echo
    of another.
    The possibility of pattern.
    The mutability of limbs.
    A dissection of lines and angles.
    Questions about how
    we could fit together.”

    gooooooooooooooooood sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

    to quote parliament. . . I want the bomb, I want the P Funk”

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