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 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. (-Like crazy)
I thought that I understood it. But I didn't, not really.
Have you ever loved just for the beauty of it? Have you ever sunk your teeth into the apple? For the fruit's flavor Its sweetness and its zest Did you often get lost?.