Two Women in Love

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    Two Women in Love

    this poem is written by two women

      in love with the same man

     

    two women, who want to express their gratitude

      to the man who ran across their senses

      like a brush fire on dry land in the

      middle of summer

     

    uncontrollably and uncontrolled

      our love for you

     

    the love of a girl child

      for a  man she knew was loving and lovable;

      caring and kind

      with the true essence of fatherly love

      something she had not experienced

      but innately knew he possessed;

     

    the love of a seasoned adult female

      whose love lay in wait – dormant –

      questioning the possibility that such a

      thing as this could even take place –

      could ever be

      could ever exist

     

    two women in love with the same man

    happy to know his love

    to feel his love

    to share their own brand of love with him. . .

     

    overjoyed that he came when he did

      with a heart big enough to enclose their love

      and deep enough to shelter it

      appreciate it and return it

      to enhance their love and make them glad that he came

      when he did

      the way he did. . .

     

    so good

    this love we chose to give simultaneously

      to the big hearted man

      anxious to receive it

     

    two women

    a mother and her precious baby girl

      in love with the same man

     

    you are the man of the moment

    the man of the present

    the man of the future

    the man who will forever overshadow every man in the universe

     

    ‘cause you’re the only man

    who’s ever been loved this way

    by two women

    two lonely women

     

    in love with the same man


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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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