Soloists in a Choir — December 23, 2017
It just happens like this
It really does
the spark is struck, you get consumed
and then there is nothing else ever in the room
Two versions of love, from different corners of romance
opposite sides of the street, they walk and they prance
they both walk the same direction along different paths
Until at some point fate has them intersect
What will the new words be, when today’s words combine?
What will her voice and kiss be like, tasty, intriguing, sublime?
The poems smile already, will the smile be more when their words merge?
No doubt they will, given this feeling of surge
So impatience prods the usual slow typing of letters
wondering if indeed, a dance of poems is better
They do stand alone, as soloists in a choir
Yet they also can be in harmony, one hopes, to make it much higher