Awaiting In Jealousy

My thoughts roam her realm, 

while my body awaits in jealousy.

I can only imagine the things said,

“He can’t do what we can.”

That makes me smirk, 

yet I ache to stand in her 

presence—

the joy of smelling her warmth,

pleading mercy for a future.

I am blind to her skin,

and to see rather than make 

believe 

would part my speech.

—JG  ©2026