I Am Jealous

I am jealous

of the mascara,

that touches

your eyelashes so easily.

I am jealous

of the lipstick

that kisses

your lips umpteen times.

I am jealous

of the comb

that touches

your silky hair.

Yes, I am jealous,

I am jealous of everything

that touches you.

Is it love?

Is it my madness?

Yes, I want to touch you only,

I want to caress you only,

I want to be with you only.