All of his life, ladies have voiced the same complaint to Lonely Author, “you never get jealous.” Well, I think it is a good time to set the record straight.
I am jealous of the space between us
Of the moonlight that kisses your cheek
I long to be the bra that supports you
The killer heels that adorn your feet
I envy the alarm clock that wakes you
I need to inspire your morning smile
TODAY, I am jealous of all the tomorrows
Where I kiss you and make you mine
The beach boy has never felt this way before.
Sorry you had to be the first N.
My apologies to all my followers for the bad poetry. The motivation for this little message comes from a recent video chat with N (nothing related to WordPress). My beloved Poetry Whisperer deserved to hear this.