Jealousy

Poetry

“You and me and the night
make even the stars jealous.”

And this is how it happens when the sun goes down. It’s the way you hold me as we wait for the night to come alive. As we listen to the crickets, I’m matching my heartbeat with yours. As the fireflies dance in the air, I watch the way the shadows play against your cheek. But what I love the most is the way those eyes of yours drink me in. By the time the darkness sets in, I am all too ready to taste your lips and let the moonlight bathe us. And at last, when your taste erupts across my tongue and our legs become entwined, nothing else exists. So you see, you and me and the night make even the stars jealous.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Let’s give them a reason
to shine brighter.

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