the holy trinity

I don't mind the way I bled, accepted
the way my lips were kissed so hard
passion burst forth from capillaries
that were fueled by adrenaline

because each one of you tastes different,
and I want to write your life stories
with my tongue like I understand
what language your soul is speaking

she kisses like she wants to forget her past;
wraps her legs around me
like her body is a present,
and all she wants to do
is gift her innermost thoughts to me;
sends me messages through her chest
pressed up against my beating heart
so that her murmurs
cause mine to palpitate irregularly

and he bites with a ferocity
that makes me wonder
if he realizes the futility
of chewing through a concrete wall;
but he is determined to untangle
the bodies intertwined in front of him
as if one of us
was that missing puzzle piece
so he can pick up the shattered remnants of his poetry
and breathe life into his muses' lips again

but darling, three is two too many
and my lyrics are exactly both your stanzas too long
for me to wake up next to either of you
in the morning