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I'm jealous of your jealousy
that is reflected in our

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that quiver to be
meat
and leave no regrets on the mirrors


when the darkness covers me your kisses
while the strings jump

slowly one at a time until you discover

bodies yearn
illuminated mirrors just by Caravaggio

flames of candles
And how are our hands
flames dancing tongues of fire on
mysterious recesses of skin
that only the mirror can double.
And jealousy your jealousy
is not that desire is a lack of desire

I have to mark a path as
virgin
with my saliva while you
, bee famished, you
foods impossible
nectar that only the
mirror that acts as a ceiling
returns to the life of our
looks dreamy.
Swimming naked on you
water enveloping
inside you
wave above me
under you
plunged deep
from which I will not emerge even if I remove the
breath. Your
inviting moisture

to tell me every stroke
that jealousy jealousy

is the secret of every supreme contentment. From "Jealousy" poems of Alfred White and Tiziana Aliffi

(The verses are by A. White)