seeing green

it smells
like jealousy. tastes
sour
and bitter
on the tongue.
it's a love gone
bad
left out
to rot in the sun.
it's green, it's a vile
potion
a dangerous
emotion. left unchecked.
it goes red
and wild with
imagination. there's
the ride by,
the phone,
the woods, the roof top
with which to spy.
once it bites
there are no shots to
cure it,
no quarantine
to keep it at bay.
only time, a new love,
or a restraining
order from a higher court
can help keep
him or her away.