with fiery and attentive steps, our love remembers
remembers all the hours of living without
living without each other to balance life
life inhabited in the eyes of each other
other lives are covetous, of our balance.....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 213

I know you're not mine to have
I know you were never mine to have
But your eyes invite me
Your moves tempt me
When you glance, I wonder if you can hear my fervour
When you stand beside me I remind myself to breathe
my brain gives up on its rectitude
The closer you come the more my thoughts lure, I'm merry
my morality leaves as it blames my desire
I blame it on your alluring scent
you have to shut it, screams by brain
you're just human, consoles my heart
Again before I know it, I'm yet another covetous being

They say the envious will have their vying eyes wired shut,
and their lips sealed like empty sepulchers.
And yet, in spite of this,
I think I’ll covet you until the end of my days
For if I cannot look upon your face and feel it { mine }
                                                             ­                    I’d rather not see

And if I cannot say your name, and ******* { claim }
                                                             ­                    I’d rather not speak.

Covetous?
Perhaps

Envious?
Always.