You sit in the garden
As your eyes drink in
The approach of another's company
And I, forsaken, observe.
Shadows dance beneath the foliage,
Transforming slowly into an envious shade
Of emerald.
Love's inferno, devoid of light
Saturates my air with ash,
Filling my lungs until stifled coughs
Escape from my sweltering throat.
He seems an unfeeling sorcerer,
Unyielding to your allure,
Refusing to melt helplessly
into your form;
I understand the power
Your presence commands;
How any ordinary man
Would falter in your
Ambrosian gaze.
Your bonny hair beckons adoration,
Your velvety skin orders reverence,
Your soft eyes,
meant for complete surrender,
And your form, born to be enraptured.
I see your eyelashes kiss
At the air he breathes in whispers
Onto your ear
and lips
And I am consumed by the heated darkness,
The blistering fire kindled in my cheeks
He doesn't even kneel for you,
I would.
