what will my lover be?

yesterday I was a man
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?

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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2 Responses to what will my lover be?

  1. Hello! Do you prefer being called Frank or Francis? Maybe you are bi-sexual or experimenting? Either way, the poem is very enjoyable. 😀

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