A God Unto Me Poem by Louise Tredoux

I shouldn’t have worried, Rudi kissed
it right! I showed him my wound, he
applied ointment, softly kissed the skin
around, saying he always knew I was
dangerous around sharp knives and hot,
burning stuff, my mind was elsewhere,
I was not aware – but he did NOT scold
as I thought he might, I am so glad, going
to bed without a fight, he’s aware of my
wound and so sweet about it, he insists on
putting his expensive knives away for my
safety, he laughed at my awkward mistakes
at Home Affairs, though with empathy,
insisting it was good to face reality, he would
accompany me to obtain passports for him
and me; I feel so comforted, safe and secure,
requested a poem - he read Schiller and Georg
Trakl, I asked for Walther von der Vogelweide
just to be a devil, he laughed and read Sir Gawain
And The Green Knight instead, he is the sweetest
creature on earth; I fell asleep to the resonant,
beautiful sound of his voice, he is become as
a god unto me…