I’m jealous of the ant
Crawled up from the grass where we are laying
In a public park where we are having a private moment
Dogs racing down the hill to catch thrown balls and
Pause
Near to us smiling as only dogs can
No judgment as I lie back his arm beneath my neck
Summer sweat slicking skin
Scenting sweet musk, his smile
Stirring my thoughts, my heart, and lower
My eyes spy the ant moving along his skin and along each hair of his leg
Moving determinedly along the length of him
Along muscle lines beneath I wish to touch too
Psychoterrierpy 