creeping desire

thoughts crawl unwanted
to the surface of sleep

late night displacement distraction
subverted by my sleeping subconscious

to be woken by a green eyed-goddess
and the uncomfortable knowledge that
tortured taunting
of jealousy wormed deep

could either be realisation too late, a missed boat, opportunity lost

or pique at falling from grace and favour
or simple distraction from other fears

And suddenly, surrounded by spiders in my back garden,
I have to smile.

Who knows?