Jealous - Poem by Verna Torres
I am jealous of the wind
the way you allow her careless touch to caress your cheeks and tangle phantom fingers in your hair,
while my own fingers are clenched like petals stubbornly refusing to bloom.
I am jealous of the sun
you permit her to burn kisses on your lips.
While my lips, betrayed by silence
Reap their solace from the caress of your name on my tongue
I am jealous of the rain
how you bloom under the cascade of heaven’s tears Crystal rainbows, clinging to your skin,
while I taste the bitterness of tears tracking down my cheek
I am jealous of the night
the way you abandon yourself into her dark embrace
greeting his messenger with a smile
while my heart secretly bleeds in the shadows.
I am jealous of the stars
the way you seduce them with your eyes, rendering them helpless, they have no choice but to fall for you
While I have been eternally dreaming of drowning in those same depths.
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