(poem by me) A man to my left A woman to my right Who shall stay with me On this starry night? If it would be him He will bring flowers and wine Dazzle me with his strength A date so sublime But, suppose she shows up A few minutes too late? Hoping that I'll notice her I'll just make her wait She'll be wearing torn jeans Looking me up and down Her eyes all sparkly and blue We may head into town He has the hard lines She shows her sexy curves Will he ask to be with me? Or will she have the nerve? He promises me one thing She does the same Who to believe? This isn't a game I don't think I can choose They are both so amazing It may come down to a kiss That will tell me everything A man to my left A woman to my right Who shall stay with me On this starry night? *I thought of some titles, but think it's best unnamed. This poem was slightly inspired by a friend of mine who is bi, and I sometimes wonder...does it ever get confusing, or does she just follow her heart, wherever it may lead?
