Envy

Envy

A poem of love

by

Jude Kyrie

I used to envy the handsome ones
that received your kisses and warmth.
then because the world started to spin
In the opposite direction.
you chose me I still don't believe it.
I wish my days of envy were behind me.
the color green faded away forever,
but it is not
I am jealous of the moon
looking at you sleeping 
all through the night.
devouring your sweet dreams
as only he sees them.

I envy the silk sheets on our bed
as the fold lightly over every
curve of your sweet body.

Even the pillow where 
your rest your head
beautiful in sleep
your hair spread over it
the color of corn.

Most of all I envy the morning sun
he is awake before us
and sees you first 
as you awake from slumber.
when you are totally unaware
of the beauty you own.

he smiles through the
bedroom window
and sends you beams
of delicate  light to kiss your lips.