Give or take.
One last send off prior to surgery.
There is no calm in serving my Man as I nurse Him through chemo, through cancer, through recovery from a 16hour surgery only to
He, too drained to lead.
me, to frightened to follow.
W/we are hardly even to an appropriate mid-life crises stage of life.
Yet, all W/we have felt
Passion takes on a new platform. Service takes on a new level of sacrifice.
The time in between
He’s in my mouth.
For fuck’s sake there is no one on the Earth, in that moment, so relieved to FINALLY be tasting Him.
I straddle Him and come down softly, afraid to hurt Him.
He snarls some version of
I don’t give a fuck
I grip His chest without regard for the port under His skin.
He clearly gives a fuck about that as He yells in pain.
Over and over
Each time He says so❤️
Then, I get to swallow.
After over 25years of loving the same Man there are many encounters long since forgotten.
Thank you to each of you who has left U/us kind words of support and prayers. W/we have a long way to go but W/we will get there.