Joris Iven

A THIRD BODY

 

 

 

We sit close to each other, like husband and wife, and we

do not at this moment yearn to be any older or younger.

We would not wish to have been born in some other country or in

some other time. We have met each other at the moment

when destiny brought us together. We are content to be where

we are. We talk to each other, or we sit still and remain silent.

We breathe lightly and our breath feeds someone who we do not know.

I look at the movement of my fingers on your thigh, I see

your hands grasp the book which you hand over to me.

We obey a third body which is outside us and which

we share. We promise each other to love that body.

Old age will come, a taking leave will come, death will come.

We sit close to each other, like husband and wife, and when

we breathe, we feed someone who is there but who we do not know,

a body that exists through us but which we have never seen.

 

 

 

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