They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight;
a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
Basic humanity –
Without the main heat of the warm and
Fulfilling gaze of the Needee,
the Needy pushes on.
Priceless. Always and forever,
Searching for that same strand, hopeless tempt-
-ation of spirit and fortune, candle
with frozen wick, waiting for the flame.
As are we. Just breathing hard enough to
keep our heads above the tide, the wall, even,
Just for a chance to be given unflattering attention.
Let us ignore this. I’ll make her sturdy.
Un-reliant. On anybody. Let us be rid,
We exist, and exist together – me and her – and
never does the time pass. We – me and her-
Both old, simultaneously, Remembering nothing
of the forgotten riches of agony of memory,
So much so I’ve forgotten what her shoulder-blades
I do not need to know. I raise her chin
as she sleeps and cast her face, at peace,
Into my wet concrete mind. Preserved. Not
remembered. But preserved, certainly.
To leave her now would be insanity.
I will remove all needs from her,
She will become more by becoming less,
Such as ice fills the space water could
never reach. I remove the shoulder of
her nightdress. I can be slow. No heat,
No softness, coarseness, no Need for the
suffocating pinkness of the cotton skin.
I can be slow. In this.
Soon. I will create a new woman.
A new woman will be created. Soon.
She will be a duchess of the sky, cast naked,
Young as blossom but old as granite,
Suspended between the constellations of the
astrologers’ imaginations and the astronomers’ charts,
She will both create and aspire,
And walk her own way around the dark lilac sky,
A dancing camellia on the rippling aurora surface,
As the midnight waterfalls of thunder give her something
to dance to.
A marchioness, champion. Visible in the perpetual twinning
of Night and Day, above and below the sky, below and above the earth,
My creation. My sister, my ultimate, my polished stone. Who wants
for nothing. Who needs nothing. Who desires nothing. Whose
morals are straight as a helix, whose regards and
appreciation is aimed only inwards, no need for
approval, no more, not now she is and is not the sky.
No need for a name, no need for the gaze of strangers,
No need for the warmth of others. She is the ultimate,
Head of my pride,
Below the skin,
Un-relenting, Un-reliant, Un-unreal,
Dearest naked cherub,
Splendid absolution of perfection,
Girl beneath my palm.