I’m not searching for my other half because I’m not a half.
I’m not searching for a lover that loves me in parts.
I’m not looking to fill up a lover’s missing pieces.
I am the sum of the parts I retrieved from past lovers.
I am whole. Again.
My desire is for another, whole.
That we, two wholes,
Can shed our bitter edges
Rub Aloe vera on our third degree burns
Pour warm honey on our wounds
And become one sweet miracle.