It Ended In Making Love… Poem by Louise Tredoux

Rudi and I were fighting, it started when he said
there are no relevant ideals in modern society, I
agreed that people have few dreams, but the story
of Christ – Rudi stopped me, saying it’s a fantasy,
I agreed, it might very well be, probably is a fa-
bricated reality, but still it is a beautiful story of
love and forgiveness, Rudi said it lost its value
in its improbable origin, then I got angry, couldn’t
help myself, demanding that he acknowledge the
mystery and beauty therein, he said more wars
were unleashed by this kind of religion than by
other societal forces, the argument escalated
until we ended up fighting about my way of pre-
paring meat, then my driving, me crying in exas-
peration, I am too hesitant, a danger on the roads,
I argued when do I get the chance to drive, to gain
self-confidence? It came to fisticuffs… at least,
it started that way, it ended up in making love…