Autosuggestion: a short poem about the torment of jealousy

Autosuggestion

"Nothing can bring you peace but yourself."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I would like to open your door
and watch you fuck her.
Watch her whine from beneath
your muscular arms
holding you tightly above her.
She is an ancient siren.
I am the ocean.

Jealousy is nothing
but a form of insanity.
You’re fucking her.
I would like to look into your eyes.
Perhaps I’d see you
there, standing on my shore.