What if demanding attention

Has nothing to do with devotion

And everything to do with self obsession?

I'm so jealous I can't speak

God knows it's hard enough to

Keep my chin up, harder still to

Keep afloat

Drenched

Lying back

Spread out on the grass to dry

I thought you sun-bathing because

I could smell sun-burnt skin

You've been left out in the sun to fade

I don't know if I can let you

Back inside again