Start.
Go.
I am one way, but now, also another.
Two separate identities
both compelling and seductive.
Slide.
Run.
How can both so equally demand the most honest part of me?
Is my inconstancy something tangible,
or the result of a post taught structure
telling me right from wrong?
Twirl.
Lunge.
I see them both
One luring with a smile, a toss of hair.
The other charming with eyes so heavy, but bright.
Each pulling my focus and stealing my breath.
Without a sound or whisper of words.
Bend.
Twist.
Delicate and quirky, yet confident,
she understands and listens to the hum inside me;
holding my heart while still falling into my arms.
Whimsical and strong, he picks me up in a rush
like a wild wind and frees my mind.
Then with a full, gentle touch calms me. Stills me.
Blink.
Fall.
What can I do?
Question everything I feel or have ever felt?
Ever known?
They shake my every nerve,
Sending tremors to my spine.
Then suddenly I know.
Fantasy.
Reality.
It's him.
And that's ok.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
Start.
Go.
I am one way, but now, also another.
Two separate identities
both compelling and seductive.
Slide.
Run.
How can both so equally demand the most honest part of me?
Is my inconstancy something tangible,
or the result of a post taught structure
telling me right from wrong?
Twirl.
Lunge.
I see them both
One luring with a smile, a toss of hair.
The other charming with eyes so heavy, but bright.
Each pulling my focus and stealing my breath.
Without a sound or whisper of words.
Bend.
Twist.
Delicate and quirky, yet confident,
she understands and listens to the hum inside me;
holding my heart while still falling into my arms.
Whimsical and strong, he picks me up in a rush
like a wild wind and frees my mind.
Then with a full, gentle touch calms me. Stills me.
Blink.
Fall.
What can I do?
Question everything I feel or have ever felt?
Ever known?
They shake my every nerve,
Sending tremors to my spine.
Then suddenly I know.
Fantasy.
Reality.
It's him.
And that's ok.
This poem is an abreviated dream. Just a peek into how my subconscious solves my problems. With dance and fantasy.
The problem was not discovering my sexuality. That's not what this poem is. It's about figuring out which of two souls fit better with mine. I love both of them, but ultimately one caputred my heart.