Jealous Lover

Poetry

Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

I used to breathe in your skin
like it was my favourite perfume — Obsession,
but only somewhere between dusk and dawn
you would linger on my wrists and neck like the sweetest scent of taboo
a hint of the love story between the Ocean and the Moon,
the jealous lover hovering over a wild thing
as distant as Neptune circling the Sun,
part time lovers
lonely together under a blanket of stars and the night covers
that became…