Threesome [poem]

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threesome

As I was sitting quietly on my usual comfy chair
reading the morning paper
with a detached and distinctly nonchalant air
a movement in the corner of my eye
took me completely by surprise
and made me glance toward the door.
I then heard footsteps in the hall
and leaping to my feet I headed for the light
but on my way I cracked my shoulder on the wall.

In pain and leaning on the chamfered frame
I steadied what was left of my composure
and saw two people standing on the topmost stair.
Holding hands, they gazed in one another’s eyes
and then they looked my way, still standing there.
Who are you? said I, in a whispered shaky voice.
I am Joy, said she; and this here is Despair.
We’re on our way to heaven; then they pointed
to the bedroom door. I recognised the other one
but not so much the one who spoke although the
fleeting freeness of her face an ache in me awoke.

I marvelled at the way these two should be as one
and, looking at the noisy patterned floor,
I saw some swirls resembling flaming swords
which once upon a time had guarded every
entrance into paradise yet now were trampled
underfoot and from that passion scene I realised
that nothing in this house is ever what it seems
whether for real or in our sleepy waking dreams.
Circumstances change and then the very thing you
thought was safely in your hands is somewhere else.

That couple on the stair held out their ghostly hands
and then they said these words: Please come
and join our fusion on the bed, then we can have
a threesome there instead of being just us two
for all is so much more rewarding when we work
through finely broken people such as you.
There was no doubt in me that they were right,
enticing me with promises I could not fight.

I clutched my swollen arm and leapt upstairs.
Several seconds later Joy had caught me unawares
blindsiding me with ecstasy and madful sanity
while grim Despair sat sighly down upon a chair
and stared at us and thought ‘This will not last.’
Amidst orgasmic cries we pulled him on the bed
and there was Joy, Despair and me;
all three, just as all love should be,
with me thrust deep within her flesh
her mouth wrapped soft and tight
around his cock — a bitter lollipop,
though she had tasted him before
and always will for she’s his only door
to where he cannot conquer anymore.

 

© Alan Morrison, 2015

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