Only for Myself

The Earth Worm of Envy

It's minuscule,
such a small
earth worm of envy.
A ribbon of possessiveness
runs through
me
when I think of
you with
anyone else.
It should be
my hands
that entwine with yours
as I rest my head against
a cavity where I would press
my ear and listen to a thunderous drum
that drowns out my own
heart beat.
Lust lies
between my hips
that seems to
never go away.
I refuse
to even acknowledge
the longing.
I say to myself:
it is only
an earth worm of envy.