I am split through three ways
a triptych of possibility
my lovers eyes are all too bright
two sets of blue-green on my brow
my mahogany settles on earthly things
so as not to be swept up in their seas
their currents both strong as
my thighs as I ride their joined hands
I have three plates on my kitchen table
three napkins folded around forks and spoons
high piled platters of toast and eggs
six hands reaching around one another
We are three heads of one hydra
the aching swells of three broad waves
tri-colored sand and three desert winds
a meticulous sculpture in bas-relief
with me as the slab of carved granite
I thought two hands would be enough
two arms to rock them both to sleep
two breasts for them to nuzzle at
two ears for them to speak into
Their four hands are so much stronger
than my one will could ever be
and when I think I am their center
they clasp hands and steady me
The first eight lines gave me the impression that it was a man torn between two lovers, but the last 16 gave me the impression it was a single mom with two kids. After reading the end, I see how the beginning fits with the theme, but it's misleading at first. The beginning also seems a lot more esoteric than the rest. If it is about a mother with two kids, I have to wonder what the picture has to do with it.
this is gorgeous and feels like fine art. You have designed your images so well that my imagination takes them at face value. It just seems to feel good and permits one to glow rather than become searing hot. I think this is what fine erotica looks like, the passion that created the slow intimate quality is there, with a fondness that is admirable.
I think it's because there is love at every turn of the line. And a graceful understanding of how all this works. Though you've given us one scene it seems you drift in and out of life herself and its a yonic delight.
OK, I'm gushing, so I'll just make it a fave and tell you it's enchanting, and even better than that.