Jealousy

I'm a whirlwind in a glass

And compete

With a hurricane <……> *

I'm not given

Spoon taps on glass edge

I'm falling out

A handful of scale

To the very bottom

Inflorescences of words

Ripe cherries of tenderness

matured

Cherry juice

Jealousy

It's pouring down your chin

Drops fall on the neck, collarbones

Oozing

From capillaries

But -

Nothing will happen.

The whirlwind in the glass will subside,

Drink.

The water has become clear

In it

There is only a handful of scale at the bottom.

* hurricanes are usually called by female names