Loyalty

Who'll be sleeping in my bed?
I lay in it
and you lay on it
and we counted the hours upon each other's flesh.
We ate toast instead of porridge
and I licked the crumbs from your lips.
Who else can ever do this?
Others have lain with me
as with you,
but still the bed we lay upon
that night and morning
may not admit of another's presence.
The wild time of that bank is eternally, exclusively ours.
If this be jealousy
then I admit to it.
Thine and mine is the sweet wine of love's intoxication,
distilled only for us two,
soul seekers in this dawn
of a tomorrow none can tell the ending of.
10/05/08
I wrote this a few days ago, but didn't post it because I wanted to
see how things developed. Now I feel free to share it.
I have never felt jealousy before. It is a strange emotion to me, but
it doesn't feel too bad.