I feel bi-curiouser and curiouser
Is it because of my genes that my eyes follow the curves of ladies’ jeans?
Is it because I was molested by my mother that women intrigue me?
Or is it because I suffered so many violations by men when I was younger
That I became a commercial sex worker just to profit from my skills
And now have fear and rage toward Y chromosome carriers,
That I fantasize about women more and more?
Women are beautiful
Visualizing their bodies near me,
I erupt in earth-moving orgasms
I am more bi-curious every day
To the point that bi is no longer a question- is the answer to why being with a man never felt quite right and at night I dream of they and I, the invitation of their thighs
I want to read you cover to cover, my bi-curious lover
Their eyes are bluer than any other.
Our love is pure albeit undercover.
They are not she or he
They are we
Sage Burner Poetry 