Green

I am jealous
of the wind that gets to brush its hand
against the softness of your cheeks
and the stubble on your chin.

And the stars
that get to to shine for you
Twirl and sparkle and shoot through the sky
as you stare back with wonder.

And your winter coat
that wraps itself around you
to keep you warm
Storing your secrets in its pockets.

I’m jealous of your pillow
nestled against you each night
fitting perfectly with the hills and valleys
of everything that is you.

And the walls of your bedroom
Mostly bare and dull
Witness to the inner monologue that you hide from the world.

I’m jealous of your tea mugs
and beer cans
and water glasses
who are gifted infinite kisses
and take each one for granted.

And of your homemade pasta sauce
and pumpkin cheesecake
with whom you take the utmost care
even though they give you nothing in return.

But I am mere flesh and bones
So fragile
Scratched by your stubble
Second-guessing your stares
Begging for a window
To peer into your mind.

If I were so lucky
To be a scarf
Curled around your neck
To bring you a quiet comfort
I’d never ask for anything in return
Just to be needed by you.

And though the seasons will change
And you’d put me away
Trade me in for a beach towel
I would always know that you’d come back to me
When the world gets colder again.