03-05-2011, 08:45 AM
To bi or not to bi?
That is the question
As half of him admires the moon
The other half is flirting with the sun
He cherishes yin
While succumbing to yang
Tasting her feminine delight
And craving his masculine might
To be a bi
is, by definition, to live a lie
Unless he tells both
About him and her
But how many women could love
A man who confesses
To being able to love another man?
Or he may propose
An eternal triangle – a three in bed
Ice, fire and earth uniting
Sounds so exciting
But often ends in purple tears
Never fully accepted or understood
By gays, straights, or even himself
Yet that’s the way he was born
He didn’t choose to be
And yes, if truth to be told,
He has enjoyed it both ways
But after all is said and done
To ‘bi’ or not to ‘bi’
Is an agonising question
A perpetual tragedy
That is the question
As half of him admires the moon
The other half is flirting with the sun
He cherishes yin
While succumbing to yang
Tasting her feminine delight
And craving his masculine might
To be a bi
is, by definition, to live a lie
Unless he tells both
About him and her
But how many women could love
A man who confesses
To being able to love another man?
Or he may propose
An eternal triangle – a three in bed
Ice, fire and earth uniting
Sounds so exciting
But often ends in purple tears
Never fully accepted or understood
By gays, straights, or even himself
Yet that’s the way he was born
He didn’t choose to be
And yes, if truth to be told,
He has enjoyed it both ways
But after all is said and done
To ‘bi’ or not to ‘bi’
Is an agonising question
A perpetual tragedy