Poem: Misunderstood Intimacy

So many people want to be understood,

But I want to misunderstand you,

If it were up to me,

I would be awkward with you,

I would sit in the clumsy silence,

We would sit in confusion,

Not the definition of us,

But fertile ground of our greatest enlightenment,

Our misunderstanding would be the fertile ground,

Our effort to understand the water,

Our attraction the sunlight,

Budding together ripening deeper intimacy

I want to misunderstand you,

So I have to sit and think,

So I have to sit and stew,

So I have to contemplate on the deepest parts of you,

I want you to misunderstand me,

So you have to ask twice,

So you have to truly wonder what it means,

So you have to sleep on my words,

We can fight with no interaction,

Or we can fight with tension of trying to know the deeper things