i am jealous of the water. that ocean.
i am envious of its transparencies.
how you could surrender in the deep
when the sea held you in blues.
but i am a body of water on my spirit.
the incessant hunger which could
swallow hundred thousands of ships.
bury the relics like his jewellery.
hold the lays of proverbial mermaids.
sink into my love. this whirlpool.
i am jealous of the water. of that rain.
how it pilfers this summer from us
when it had begun falling for you too.
but as the rain pours to your body.
i only have my eyes to pour over you.