jealousy
June 5th, 2002
The wind played with
her hair as she offered
me kisses that danced
on my lips for hours.
And the sun gazed down
upon her with jealousy,
peering deep into her eyes
to see what had stolen
its place as the brightest
object in the sky.
On Saturday, Jess and I walked down a gravel trail hand-in-hand to some rocks that looked out over this beautiful lake, made only more beautiful by her presence. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but I would have been content in never leaving.
