The Triad
Should sin imagined need that we atone
For angles lying equilaterally prone?
Conjunctive on an even parity
Of head and toed triangularity.
Passion shaped by she and he and she,
Yet friendship, understanding holds the key;
Pyramidal the power of the prism,
A dark side of the moon eroticism.
And though the devil days need exorcism,
Night in liquid silk somnambulism
Moulds the flesh and satiates the brain,
Three sides to every story they remain.
Arise convention's bones and drab disdain
At value judged contaminants again;
The Triad burning love when night must fall,
Embraces all for one and one for all.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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