At the house party
I moved closer to you, I was attracted to you, as on you, on your side there
was something there. In a small bottle tied to your waist you had a little
piece of something and moving ever closer I saw it was a missing part of me. I
said ‘Don’t be scared, but that piece belongs to me?’ I didn’t know you. But
then following your eyes, wide and mesmerised and like in a lucid dream, I
could see that about my own waist was a small bottle also and in it there seemed
to be a part of you. I said ‘I think we
will fit together’. To everyone at the party’s horror we smashed both our
bottles and like two pieces of a jig-saw the fragments fitted perfectly. This
time I had got it so right I thought, we made a perfect match. Afterwards in
the furnace that was our initial and physical love we forged together like two
metals making a new found alloy pure and strong. We started to make our lives
together, a house and a home. With
seemless continuity the flames our tempestuous love grew ever stronger. Then as
time inevitably moved on, in the aftermath we were left with the problem of
making our personalities fit together. My mind thought in triangles, while yours
thought in circles, I thought in squares, while you seemed to think in spirals.
So we live together in our separate worlds of thought, in our two separate
kingdoms and in these kingdoms we are the masters where no one can challenge
us. I think about logic, maths and the material world: absolutes. While you
concern yourself with how people feel, English words and the emotional world:
relatives.
From our separate
sofas we fire probing missiles of enquiry and fly planes of reconnaissance to the
others mysterious lands and in doing so we sometimes damage the once perfect
landscape. “What do you think that X thinks about Y doing Z?” you would
typically ask and I wouldn’t reply because I didn’t know or understand. I don’t
even know what I thought about the subject myself! All I knew was the football
on TV lasted for 90 minutes, the same as it always had, which is something you didn’t
seem to ever want to grasp (barring extra time and penalties of course). In the
garden that is the overlapping middle territory, the no mans land, the
intersection, where the line meets the circle, we make our world of compromise
at each others varying disapproval and distaste. We would end up carrying out
something that we and everyone who knew us knew was not in keeping with either
of our unique and deluded souls. That is the world we would live in and it is
the world a lot of people end up living in. We had found a shelter from a
desolate and barren place and in that shelter we had a type of immunity, a protection
from the raging storm outside.
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