jealous

Jealous for your gaze,
for the sparkle of your voice.
I want to be the eye
of your hurricane hypnosis,
the single object
of your steady focus.

Jealous for your presence,
for the comfort of your touch.
I want to be the book
you can't put down,
not the one you force yourself
to focus on.

Jealous for your thoughts,
for a home inside your head.
I want to be the alarm
that gets you out of bed-
the only happy dream
you dream awake.