I’m great, however . . .
Things are getting better.
Actually they’re great.
“I’m great,” I smile.
“Me too,” she glows.
We’re great.
However . . .
. . . it could always be better.
My thoughts wonder.
Tamper. Tamper. Tamper.
I suppose . . .
I want more?
More love,
More passion,
More sex.
More people.
Who says marriage is just for two?
I discount cultural norms.
I discount religious dogma.
I discount laws when built upon norms and dogmas.
Who says love is only for couples?
“If we’re good now, the right addition could make this better.”
“Agreed”
Agreed?
Wow. I’m a lucky man.
So I let my mind leap ahead.
There is more love,
More passion,
More sex,
And more people.
Things are even better.
Actually they’re great.
“I’m great,” I smile.
“Me too,” they both glow.
We’re all great.
However . . .
