I envy his red lips,
His sharp hips.

I envy his warm brown eyes,
His breathing making his chest rise.

I envy his peaceful melancholy mind,
His soft words covered by rind.

I envy the light he leaks,
The elixir he speaks.

I envy his flushed cheeks,
The way I become speechless for weeks.

And even though I’m ripped apart,
He is my mind, he is my soul, and he is my heart.