Consuming Jealousy Poem by Elena Toledo

I am jealous of the air you breathe,

of the soap that cleanses your body,

I am jealous of the rain that pours on

your face, and the sun that warms your

winter days, I am jealous of the way

you love the flowers and the vase they

wear, I am jealous of the sheets your

bed wears, that can touch every part

of your body, I am jealous of the mirror

that sees your face every morning day

and night. I am jealous yes I am, even

when you let my winds fly free and they

traveled to many seas, I am still there

facing my awe, consuming my flesh,

and my body speaking a language I can't

even comprehend, like a dark rose, that

lies on an empty vase, what do you do?

when the live you had, is gone and the

one you were living for, what is

there left? where do you go, what

doctor can cure the injured heart, doctor

love is just a tale, there's no cure for

the injured heart, nor there is for an

empty vase.