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
Achilles' Heel 