Rambling
Not much to say.
But I suddenly understand something.
That concern
for no real reason.
That intangible…
fear?
When I know it has
no bearing on the
grand scheme of things
(I’m in love with HIM).
And I know that
I’m in good company.
You know, understanding.
But it really is a part of
me.
And when the eye is drawn
to a beautiful body,
and the boys make their
remarks, I want to join
them in their appreciation.
And when the question gets asked,
I want nothing more than
to speak my truth.
I’m bi.
I love my man, of this
there is no doubt. No hesitation.
But I also adore the feeling
of a woman’s touch, and
the wonder of a curved form.
But I don’t think that
I’ll have the chance.
No.
I don’t think I’ll welcome
the chance
to just give it a voice.
