Some of me in some of you,
lost inside trying to hide,
my eyes avoiding,
finger nails crawling across,
your blackboard skin,
the sound of my jealousy within,
when you speak or touch another,
when you share a thought or other,
when you drink coffee without me,
then the me secret in you,
finds itself at risk, lost in the open,
now aghast being seen by an other,
then I melt, then I boil, then the fire,
breaks out and rising up it rules over me,
spills out in spraying words,
and ridiculous branding adage,
loud musical projecting body movements,
all sweat and swearing against the ‘not’,
not getting my way with you,
your not giving-in to me,
again you not letting me be in control,
of everything, I of you, a puppeteer,
regret and sigh, I can unknowing shield the me,
broken afraid hiding foolish lost child,
when the furniture of our lives is burning,
the reasons for love engulfed in flame,
do we still believe, may we still believe?
your ocean of blue-black beauty,
with my yellow and red flame of chaos,
can these colours together be as one?
Our hands hold on at finger tips,
gentle black fingers enlace with my white,
together they squeeze and then embrace,
our eyes meeting, locked and afraid,
finger tips of care,
cross the wilderness of my heart,
still the sound of my jealousy within.
