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