Numbers make such interesting phrases.  Lucky seven. Eleventh-hour decision. Phony as a three-dollar bill. Three sheets to the wind.

A Charm

Three times she said yes,
felt it in her body like champagne.
Sure this was it. Now, her time.

Three times saying no,
a small pebble on his tongue,
polished his resolve into steel.

Temptation more than once,
floundering then steady.
A sweet blessing on the tongue.

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