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Jealousy

Inside, I obscure the providing glow -
  Evening's assistant to the blinds.
Mute crystal light is fragile still.
  The ambience sucks on solitude.

Word-processed lines, they underline
  the absent quiet of empty spouse.
Pages fill, scroll on, tap on -
  Brim over as digits pound.

Nervous hairs scrape back-to-back
  as though their tinder tames wild beasts.
Amassing armies to neck's last stand
  against the fear beyond that seen.

Turn slowly, let the neck-hairs rest.
  She stands, awaits me once again.
In beauty, she blondly unresists -
  Dark motes connect our colourless eyes.

Touch, and touch her hair again.
  Drawn in, the Swish! beguiles.
A drool spot catches the monitor light.
  Calmed, she is begone.

The words are waves smoothed to a still,
  Through fingers' osmotic pressure, still -
The closing lines draw tired eyes.
  A prickle states: Her sister's near.

A queen whose motley dark-hair claims
  a contrast to those strawberry wiles.
Her nervous need betrays her youth -
  Fresh strokes - My comfort's near.

Her heart pounds out the echoed door -
  As keys clatter notice that my wife is home.
Our two queens greet her jealously -
  Dependence purrs independently.

- Simon Huggins, 26th May 2002