My love cannot compete when
love renews each day blanches
stronger is ash left on suns face
to grow its fingers to reach again
energy ebbs an exhausted dance is
in its wind a blown face to cover eyes
gold silver green grey blue mine mind
common shallows brow touched with
a brush of cosmic dust I tried trust in
wisps left the fragrance all wear is a
lite dress you wore last night in hand
cast before my eyes my sleep is jealous
washed in breaths breath so breathless
lost in a world worn by you unassumingly.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-jealous-of-each-dropp-you-sweat/
