Jealous Readers

The jealous reader
Wants no other
This meager page to read
Curses me as a mere man
For she thinks love is moments
By a fire on some tattered rug
But we men know poetry
With a different passion
It is all and everything
Strings from each heart
To all creation

To love the vast universe
In a blaze of passion
Cannot happen to a heart
If at each setting of the pen to page
The hand pauses to worry
Which pocket of gas
Lump of stone in far orbit
Or maiden on her far-off porch
Might grow jealous
And curse us as men
For loving poetry