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Jealousy
God or man, he who sits opposite you?
Whichever, he listens to your voice,
breathes your perfume and basks
in the light of your soul.
Your gentle, fountained laughter
blesses him, but it claws at my chest,
and my heart aches.
And when I look at you, for but a moment
my words are gone. Molten lead runs beneath
my skin, and shaking grips me.
I am like the grass in a passing summer,
I am dead, or almost so,
so I seem to me.
Whichever, he listens to your voice,
breathes your perfume and basks
in the light of your soul.
Your gentle, fountained laughter
blesses him, but it claws at my chest,
and my heart aches.
And when I look at you, for but a moment
my words are gone. Molten lead runs beneath
my skin, and shaking grips me.
I am like the grass in a passing summer,
I am dead, or almost so,
so I seem to me.
Published 27th Nov 2012
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Anonymous
28th Nov 2012 11:31am
Very well written, a good picture of the topic of Jealousy, great write there!
Anonymous
10th Jan 2014 4:48am
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25th Aug 2016 5:23am
I really like your writing. Almost every piece has a little smile or wink inside it. This piece is feels so real and a little raw, like it's happening right now and we're trying to digest it all. The way you speak of jealousy here is just perfect. I love how you crafted this.
