Fishing

I think I know why she's jealous.
I think I can feel it.
Like cobwebs spanning across my face.
Scary and creepy at the same time.
Blind and leery in the same line.
Looking around for a spider,
that must be there, somewhere.
I think I know why she's jealous.
I think I can hear it.
In the way my name rolls off your lips.
The rhythm of your breathing as you're sleeping,
next to me.
I think I know why she's jealous.
I think I can smell it.
The way your cologne jumps off your collar bones.
And nose dives into my face.
Riding olfactory nerves, bypassing frontal lobe.
I think I know why she's jealous.
I think I can taste it.
Like blood in my mouth after a good shot.
Or blood in yours after you got caught.
I know why she's jealous.
I think I'm jealous too.