Stirring Jealousy Poem by Julie Vasquez

The moon and I talk often

On lonely nights when I can't feel the resonance

I once bore

She tells me that sometimes she thinks you're the devil with many realms on your back

And a charm that makes even her want to burn brighter

'You're not the sun' I tell her

'Maybe if I tried'

She shifts, glinting as she looks away

I don't like her thinking of you the way I do

So instead, I told her you fell like the stars

A bright form crashing

Until you emerged from the flames as a man who walked across the world

Barefoot with my heart next to yours