Jealous

I’m jealous of your pillow

Where lies the silky hair;

Which holds your pretty, resting head

Like Morpheus’ bosom;

Of how it frames your lovely face

And caresses the silky locks;

And counts every single dimple

Of your night-smiles...

 

I’m jealous of your lip balm;

That you rub over your lips

Daintily and carefully

Like a tender, loving kiss

Of how it spreads over your mouth

And tastes, sometimes, your tongue;

Ever-present on your lips

Where I so long to be!

 

I’m jealous of your diary;

Wherein lies your very soul

’Cause I want to know everything -

Absolutely everything -

There is to know about you;

Of how it has unlimited access

To your thoughts, to your mind;

Of how you open up to it so effortlessly...

 

I’m jealous of your clothes;

Of how they run their fingers

Over your skin as you put them on;

Of how they can always feel your warmth;

Feel your heartbeat, unimpeded;

Jealous of how you need their touch

How you welcome it, how you deem it

The most natural thing in the world...

 

Positively jealous.

 

Reviews

[SINDE]

This is yet another great piece from you. Free verse married with remarkable a remarkable choice of words. Plus the vivid images formed in the reader's mind with every word is simply appealing.

I’m jealous of your pillow
Where lies the silky hair;
Which holds your pretty, resting
head
Like Morpheus’ bosom;
Of how it frames your lovely face
And caresses the silky locks;
And counts every single dimple
Of your night-smiles...

Need I say more?