THREE IS A CROWD

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2002 Poetry

glances that kindle

gazes that tickle

two pairs of eyes

ensnaring each sight

coveting to induce

fire in the furnace

scorching sensation

his roommate realizes

time for me to take a breather

to give the two a juncture

that may give myself a torture

once I hear their groans and sighs

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