Getting jealous?*
I nudge her jokingly.
She shrugs and smiles.
I'm not bothered by the
Tattoo on your chest that
Says Tina,
Am I?
God, I love confidence.
No eggshells under my feet,
No worry that she'll pry
Or spy. She's her own woman.
Claims to be mine, but
I know better. Even heavy
Clouds don't own the rain.
All I can do is get
Soaked, open
My mouth if I'm thirsty.
Take in the washing.
Hope that the deluge
Never ends.
It's getting covered up, I
Assure her.
Hoping she
Cares.