What you do mainly ain’t what true love’s about:
what true love’s about is that instant understanding,
that kindly manly womanly connecting*,
and watching and sensing and seeing and gazing.
So, in fact, I still love you as I did yesterday; what’s changed is
I fear truly my perception of you was – right from the start –
entirely untrue: you know what I mean? A projection
quite hologramic: a tick on the long list of my life’s
easy assumptions: a conclusion reached wildly
without consultation … you do know I assume?
And you see what I now dread? You now understand what’s
My ability to understand anyone no longer exists: I am long
wrong; all long wrong; quite gone; out of my head.
* In my case, I mean – don’t get me wrong re other humans …