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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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- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
28th Nov 2012 11:31am
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- Edited 14th May 2018 9:46pm
10th Jan 2014 4:48am
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