yesterday I was a man
and cishet through and through
I never lusted after men
my aim was straight and true
and cishet through and through
I never lusted after men
my aim was straight and true
an exposed neck or ankles glimpsed
would make me burn with need
to see beneath the cloaks and veils
I’d fall to knees and plead
today I am a man still true
but men are now my thing
each secret smile and cheeky grin
just makes me want to sing
women are just women though
there’s nothing to appeal
and even when they doff their clothes
there’s nothing that I feel
so promises I dare not make
my heart is lost at sea
tomorrow is another day
what will my lover be?
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
Hello! Do you prefer being called Frank or Francis? Maybe you are bi-sexual or experimenting? Either way, the poem is very enjoyable. 😀
Hi Vashti & thanks!
Either name is fine, although the combination ‘Frank Franklin’ I dislike for the extreme alliteration. Regarding the maybes, take a look at my guest post on Adrian J Smith’s blog.