Women are wise to hate men’s jealousy;
The jealous man loves the woman
Through a standard of beauty loved by men.
A man wouldn’t mind if a woman loved him this way.
If she loved him through a female standard, to him that would be okay.
But why, when a woman sees her man is jealous, does she run away?
Men embrace judgement, the contest; they have a keen interest in the game;
Men see life as binary; life is either split, or everything’s the same.
The mathematical reality of life is binary;
Reproduction, the binary split of replication fascinates the man—
He loves himself—in his son, he loves life—in poetry.
To her, nothing is worth replicating;
Jealousy to her is death; she rejects his standard, his hierarchy, his plan.
She transcends life and death in non-death. Nothing, to her, is worth debating.
The woman, wiser, knows binary in life means death;
The woman is content in a way the man is not; she is self-enclosed and whole.
So the sexes are different—different not just in body, but in soul.
So when I wonder how it was
With her and I, the question,
Why love is jealous, should be: why is jealousy love?