I find myself
Visualizing your glasses
When he removes his.
I imagine his crooked tooth
When I see yours
Impeccably aligned.
I learned a new word today,
Cafuné,
Translates
To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.
I grew fond of the act
Long before
Getting hold of the word.
I know not whose I prefer
Now his I adore
But as much as I do yours.
This is a threesome
Torn by emotions
We have history, we share chemistry
I love you
Though I love him too
Cannot think of him
Without thinking of you
This is a threesome
I have come to loathe
But the truth is
I belong to both.
