Am I greedy?
She stands like a man and I hold her hand
even though I've a ring on my finger.
When she smiles at me I know what I want to be,
and the taste of her on me tends to linger.
Then at home I hold my wife so dear--
tell her my dreams and I tell her what I fear--
and then I run in the rain with her again,
and I know there's enough inside of me.
I have love for both, like the children in my home,
I don't want to "be free", I don't want to roam.
I want to stand and hold her hand and be her man,
and share an even bigger love of our own.
I won't kiss her once and come back to you,
I want it all, big and small, every day.
I won't sleep in a bed that is smaller than me,
See you both, love and tumble as we may.
I love you dear and I love her too,
I know just exactly what I want to do.
But it requires we maintain a thousand tiny things,
and endure, from the world, a thousand tiny stings.
I won't pretend that it's easy, or the ride isn't queasy,
but your smiles are worth it to me.
Your laughter and your eyes--
our loves endless surprise--
your hearts and your hands--
what you both help me understand--
This overflowing cup, this love so free--
it is all so very worth it to me.
It is so very worth it to me.
You're only greedy if your wife doesn't know.
Oh, we all know. All three of us know.
But who am I that I could possibly deserve what these two people are willing to give me? And if one or either raises a hand and says "stop", do I fight for what I feel and what I want, when I am being granted so much?
Maybe they won't say "stop", but maybe the world will say that to us. And I have to puff up my chest and say, "This is worth it!" to fight what the world will say... and I'm not sure I have quite enough chest for that.
I'm mostly just musing here and thought I'd post it. Thanks for reading.
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