she comes first, not knowing it

at times:
"unfaithful to me" we think.
as if it were true.

what a joy it must be for her
to be able to hold you
whenever she pleases

you're always there.

"that is my place, too" we claim.
"so where is my time?"

could be called jealousy
but
with a tolerant smile
and an understanding heart
we wait for our turn

it is a choice
not a must.

so whenever
in a minute
you take my hand
and we dive deep

relying
enjoying
bewildered

whatever we get
we love.