Envy
by Germaine Yia
Her kisses stain my lips
with insatiable hunger.
I starve in my emptiness
as I watch others eat.
Her whispers ripple in my ear:
“You deserve more than he does,
you deserve more than he does,” she says.
The words growl louder in the silence
of this restless night.
Her eyes awaken mine to a desire for what I lack.
Her touch makes me feel my gauntness.
And in her presence I am a slave,
plowing endlessly till my harvest is full.
