THE JEALOUS SUN

I was dancing
with my darling
beneath the jealous Sun.
He looked down at us
from the sky
and he wanted her
in his arms.
He had tasted
the sweetness
of her face,-
   her cheeks,
   her nose.
And he wanted
her freckles
to be to claim,
   as his own.
But alas
his lips,
though they puckered
to be with hers,
would go unrequited
because my darling's
eyes, hands, and heart,
were - by love -
with mine
united.