Poem: Other Women

When I see another beautiful woman,
now,
I only think of you.
I think
"I have one of those"
proudly and
"mine is the best!"
Then my cheeks warm in a smile.
It might sound materialistic,
to put it like that,
he has one,
I want one too.
But I would want you,
even if there were no others
and we're just strange alien fungii.