Three Shafts One Psyche

I had seen a dream once, 
Many years ago,
Two boys were kissing a single girl together. 
I was one of them but never knew who the others two were,
My dream was making love endlessly. 
A dream of a new world,
A world where love is not so selfish,
Loved ones don't mean can't loving another else. 
If love creates such narrow limits,
What's the point in loving then?
We love her and she loves both of us,
Our friendship our love,
Pushing the odds and limits of the earth.
We created our own world.
A world where we live in moments,
With our moments but not momentarily.
It's about a woman split between two-man.
Love made us one psyche with three shafts.

ණ  Rupjyoti

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