Truth had been nude-modeling for me;
I lied to her and told her I’m an artist.
She likes to be seen as an art object;
She said philosophers want to possess her.
They ask her questions, they want to put her under tests.
Not the kind of tests that involve any undressing
And she wants to revert to being a female body,
Wants to get rid of all her universal values.
I was bringing her orange juice, trying to make her
Stay longer; finding themes that take forever to paint,
And when she told me once she loves tropical islands,
I was given a chance, I grabbed the opportunity and
Took her to such a place.
On our return she lost her energy. I had to be careful,
I needed a good plan.
So I planted two coconut trees in bare spots of my yard for her,
She keeps visiting me to check their growth,
Her eyes sparkle with excitement.
In ten years from now, a hammock, my rubbing her feet to relax,
A poodle and she will be unconditionally mine,
And I can be myself.
