I sat erect with my back propped against
The Sacred Fig, secured by age and faith
To black and vivid earth. I had addressed
A humor with the rankest sort of wraith.
Dark as the earth, her name was Tony, but
Her parents called her Leah. She was strong,
Adopted at an awkward age, and thought
Her roots were her identity; so wrong
I knew her love would be, and how perverse
Her adorations should soon prove; but I
Required warmth to lift my lonely curse,
And – out of need – I gave Leah a try.
Alas I found the Tony ghost, and seek
My solace by the Bodhi tree.