Thursday, March 10, 2016

The Jealous One


Leave your madness
outside the door,
someday.
Let your dreams
leak out of
your jeans’ pocket
onto the street.
Forget your passion
on a restaurant table.
And come to me
lost disoriented
thirsty. And only then will
I love you.
Remember. If
your desire for me doesn’t
drive you to insanity like
your dreams do,
my door will always
be locked for you.
I am not
your mistress.
I will not
compete.


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