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.
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.