Jealousy

Inside, I obscure the providing glow -
 Evening's assistant to the blinds.
Mute crystal light is fragile still.
 The ambience sucks on solitude.

Word-processed lines, they underline
 the absent quiet of empty spouse.
Pages fill, scroll on, tap on -
 Brim over as digits pound.

Nervous hairs scrape back-to-back
 as though their tinder tames wild beasts.
Amassing armies to neck's last stand
 against the fear beyond that seen.

Turn slowly, let the neck-hairs rest.
 She stands, awaits me once again.
In beauty, she blondly unresists -
 Dark motes connect our colourless eyes.

Touch, and touch her hair again.
 Drawn in, the Swish! beguiles.
A drool spot catches the monitor light.
 Calmed, she is begone.

The words are waves smoothed to a still,
 Through fingers' osmotic pressure, still -
The closing lines draw tired eyes.
 A prickle states: Her sister's near.

A queen whose motley dark-hair claims
 a contrast to those strawberry wiles.
Her nervous need betrays her youth -
 Fresh strokes - My comfort's near.

Her heart pounds out the echoed door -
 As keys clatter notice that my wife is home.
Our two queens greet her jealously -
 Dependence purrs independently.