An Ode To An Arbitrary Number That I Dub Heretofore As The Magic Number

The magic number for a relationship is 8.
8, sideways, is a symbol for eternity
And having the right relationship,
Would each of us want to last in perpetuity?
8, is the cubed of 2
People are three dimensional,
Yes even shallow me and you,
And it takes at least 2 people to be
In a relationship that is true.
8, is two zeros connected and bound,
Like two well rounded people that
Are able to connect and make a new whole.
8, is 2 times 2 times 2
Because a good relationship can never be 2 good.
8, is what I hoped to have done to you
Last night beneath the star
To have been connected and tasted of
Your - hollow places, valleys and mounds.
8, Im prattling, is an arbitrary number
Grasped by my toiling mind
Elusive thoughts of sensuous bodies entwined
Wrapped around each other as one, sharing one breath
Bodies undulating and writhing
Heaving with sighs and moans
There it goes again, Im writing about the number
8, but my mind keeps wandering back to pleasure.
Great, mate, fate, abate, late, hate, sate, 8,
Childish thoughts and ramblings of the sex-fevered
Mind searching for pleasure in every day.

 

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