We were riding the four-wheeler through the pasture
and my arms were wrapped around you tight.
Tighter than I think they have ever been before.
Or so it seemed.
The wind was whisping off of your neck,
into my nose.
I drank of you.
I gave thanks for you
and the miracles that surround us.
I squeezed you and gently kissed your back.
on your tattoo,
the only one you have,
the one with the
in the middle of it.
(By the way, I love you for that.)
Does that make me selfish?
I certainly hope so.
I am starved, yet full....