But I can die..of jealousy. 

I saw you dancing, 

Arms intertwined, 

Legs doing a tango,

A lump of saliva transfigured to a stone in my throat,

I couldn’t swallow, 

Nor talk, 

Of your beauty

Your grace

Your charm

Or my inability to dance

Hoping though, 

That you enjoyed every twist

That every turn made you lighter with joy

That every step freed you

And that she handled you with utmost care

And praying, 

That dancing isn’t your only cure

For I can’t twist and turn 

Even if my life depended on it, 

But I can die..of jealousy. 

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