1 + 2

One plus two is twelve.
One plus two is three.
One plus two is anything and everything that gleams.

1+2 is, often, the whole wide world.
And, often, just nothing at all.

1+2 is Achilles
and a nasty lovers’ brawl.
1+2 is haste.
1+2 an eloquent taste.

1+2 is devoid a void.
So stark a sword.

Three’s company, today, will suffice.
At others, it is all alone.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2022


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s