(for Karen Lynn and Mark)
Nor kiss but any one of three, a love
That comes and goes and shows to us the heights
Of passion, sorrow, and remorse--nor rights
But each of us content to touch to move
More nearly the heart giving without thought
That love which grows from life and from the time
We share--communication more sublime
For lacking words, from equal vision wrought.
I cannot say I love a triangle
As pleasing to the eye, nor would I pause
To rid myself the pain of both of you
Were mind not more implacable tangle
Of what I owe than rational--the cause
For pride to live the love the déjà vu.
Christopher J. Cramer