Loveseat (A Piece of Poly Pride)

It used to be a couch, but now I’ve got a loveseat
And now that it’s been three years of this love-thing,
Every mid-morning when I’m squashed into snuggling,
The dog and the cat come to curl up and bug me.

There is peace wall to wall in this thing that we built.
We love the same guy without panic or guilt,
And we love each other and we always will -
I’ll picnic - I’ll live, fuck, and die on that hill.

She wants to move out, but they’ll still stay in touch -
And so will us two, with the closest kind clutch.
We all will be friends because we built a love
that we couldn’t tear down, dim, or silence, or snuff.

But she wants to move out - she just don’t love his kid,
cause of all of the damage the kid’s mother did.
She can’t find it in her - it makes perfect sense.
She wants to move out, and I want to move in.

Just - what a sweet harmony, how it all moved
from a longing in me that was agony true
for my heart, till my heart made more - plenty - of room,
and how visit by visit, my strength and bond grew

With my man, and hers, and her herself too.
And now it seems soon I will share the bedroom.

As sweet as it sounds to have home by my side
in the shape of a man I can snuggle each night,
I will miss the loveseat; I’m curled up, full of pride
that the three of us wove this remarkable life.