1 Poem by
John Shea
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MENAGE A TROIS
Jerry was distraught.
I pinned him against the wall and straightened him out.
He said, "Kiss me."
I said, "Jerry, you're gay. I'm straight. It's a public place.
I love you, because I love the world, and you are part of the world.
So by extension I love you.
But I cannot kiss you."
Joanie stood nearby.
I said,
"Now, if I kiss Joanie, and Joanie kisses you,
then by extension,
I'm kissing you."
Joanie whirled and planted her tongue in me
with unearthly passion,
that lasted forever.
Joanie whirled and pinned Jerry to the wall,
and kissed him beyond belief.
We all gasped for breath.
Menage a trois.
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