When needle slickly lanced cool fat,
all that sensed the slide of steel and pulsed
pain was the muscle under the deadened lard
that bulged as an alien birthing on the flank,
beneath my arm.
But I screeched at the pinch of the pierce
further back; fierce for the stubborn lack
of numbness in that area.
And with a slice of blade, I stole away
to walk along my usual beach;
the sea to my left, and there
you were, to my right, on watch,
when at the sudden stench of smoldering flesh,
I turned my head, just as you caught me
by my heart's sleeve and led me further along
the dampened sand till at the sudden tug
of a stitch, we stopped!
I soothed your puzzled face,
smoothed your brow; your beard; licked your lips
with little kisses of fingers, cheered
you never flinched at my touch
or inched away till the dressing was done,
and then you went out with the lights,
and I opened my eyes just in time
to watch you wander off the edge of a dream.