Grafted together; we shared a love
of shining stone, though you got all the credit.
My portrait held your Balzac
to my imagined Ewelina,
a matrimonial façade you soon pulled off.
Wan masked, I was asked to pick straw at your feet
and from it I wove your form.
Marvel my hand, about your neck,
a revolt against nature; a woman genius,
I give you, love, your head,
eternally embraced on a barren field of red.