I thought I understood it,
that I could grasp it.
But I didn't,
not really.
Only the smudgeness of it;
the pink-slippered, all-containered,
semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn't realize it would sometimes
be more than whole,
that the whole 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.