She Three

by Brian Jude

Thursday night loneliness in her dorm room domicile:
Nicotine Fairy makes a guest appearance upon the solo,
Heart… still shredded from former Shangri-La shoulder frost,
She ponders…

ponders…

ponders…

He was a nightfall secret in shining charmer,

Charmerer of the charmiest double-charm.
Charm

to warm

to harm

to storm

To orange marmalade in plastipack form

At surrogate diner

(little "d" - not to be confused with Big "D,"

the home away from dorm

[which is still more home than home])

With former charmer who's been recently double-charmed
(though through false form, or so she affirms,

thinks she charmed to make her firm,

to make him squirm,

though not tonight, she confirmed

[if she remains firm])

Still too be he former heart tearer and salty tear maker…
Her heart was still marred from this former charmer

when Blondie stepped in…

One replaced the other who replaced him once more
At least tonight

and last

but will it last?

Or is it lost?

Who is lost and who will last?

She feels lost in what's just passed

since last she'd lost,

though be it past.

Has this poem lost you?

Me too.

She three.

(Seven years may set her free…)

© Brian Jude

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