Two people she had been to me
the only full of love who were true and laughed with me,
who every time that she looked at me, every time
brought my depths to fiery passion and free
gave her love to me and you
the other one who waited
to wound, who yearned for catastrophe
and got joy from my pain
who broke the glass of every mirror
till I could only wonder
who it was that was with me?
and if it’s you or her and rather leave
me without the two playing a game of doubles
making my life joyous, hurting me into the depths of hell.
[Reference: Dubbelspel (Doubles) by Ingrid Jonker.]
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