Immaterial

I bought a dress, said she
Black as the colour of the grime on your arms
As you parley with the foreman for a quick break
Only to sneak across the road from your workplace
And steal a glance at me.

I bought some lipstick, said she
Red as the colour of my velvet lace
To match your bloodstained handkerchief
As you wipe your wounds dry
I watch you yonder.

I bought an earring silver,
Silver as the stars tonight, silver as the glistening mist
That settles upon the grass, come dawn,
As I watch you leave yet again,
To tire endlessly, afresh.

I bought instruments and objects, galore
And yet I have no use of them
As I watch, nay, I stare,
You toil intensely, anew, every single day.
What use, pray tell, have I of riches,
When they cannot buy me you?