Wednesday, May 21, 2008
JEALOUSY
Category: Issue 10Jealousy
As a young child
I knew him all too well,
every eye I cast
upon my loves,
he stole
and loosed
his wicked snicker,
leaving me to dwell
on what I
had done
wrong.
As a grown child,
I hid
his wriggling form
twixt my folds
of smiles and
lies,
a clever act
that my immaturity could
never hold.
As an ancient child,
I see him about,
playing with the
younglings,
tweaking their hot hearts
as he taunts me from afar,
my passions all lost
to frailty,
I whisper his name,
wishing
I had
cause for him
to call.
He abstains.
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