Needed

Just as the leaf peaks
Each morning
To receive dew drops
On her skin

I being needed by
you
Whom I carry in my heart
In a corner so soft-
I’ve built a carousel
Where you play
All your lovely merry
Pulling my heartstrings
joyfully painful
Little drops of stinging and sweet blood
Yet perfectly in tune
May the symphony begin
Singing the glory of your visage
The glory of your unkempt,
And the very glory of your untamed.