“I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it;
The Idea of it. Of you and me.
the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole,
that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it’s the halves that halve you in half.
I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.