A Life For Two
by zebreartistelunaire
Every encounter leads to a life,
Every encounter is a life.
A life, alone, leads to nothing.
The encounter is truly
Its only hope,
It can even save a life,
What do I say in fact, two lives
Not less, and often more...
When two lives discover each other,
Strangely they look for each other,
Then they get mixed up,
Sometimes they get tangled up
And maybe one day they mix
Sometimes without mercy.
And then, at the height of their chance,
They become entangled
Two in one.
It is immediately that each word,
Each silence of their exchanges,
Are the score that two lives compose.
Each note that they add to each other
Give a unique and double music,
Just as Universal,
And that raises each "one",
From and below;
Many times from this tragic "from there".
I speak of,
Each as each one
Has found it and seeks it
Without ceasing:
The sex.
No !
It's not that!
At least not 'that'.
Because for this not necessarily need to be two
But on the other hand it alone risks to spoil any poem...(You will tell me!)
But,
Surely not a life,
Still less two,
For whom it is made at the beginning,
Three or more? Each one is free;
But although in fact
The sexes do not matter,
And are only incidental,
(Certainly well conceived)..
But in the end :
need I say it?
To conclude Jean-Claude*,
What starts it all,
Is, is born,
..and finished, finally, my logorrhea, it is :
Love !
*great game : who is this Jean-Claude ?
