What if I want to think about it that way?
That you said this, or that, just to see what I would say?
That you had one talent, and it was this:
You kept secrets from kiss to kiss;
You never told me what I wanted to know
Even when we were intimate. What a show.
You sold more tickets to me
Than I could buy; my frugality,
My philosophy, my gallantry,
Paced for hours outside the tent,
In agony. And then in I went.
You were the one I wanted,
Because you were the one I wanted,
And you made it like it was no big deal.
You understood perfectly
How profound the philosophy
That says knowing wants what it wants,
More than anything that is real.