With beauty I am bound <br />buy by passion <br />I am torn, <br /> <br />I am barely surviving <br />while one gives me strength <br />thee other pulls and yearns <br /> <br />This is natural I've been told <br />by my close friend <br />a bi sexual who said <br /> <br />'By the moons elegence <br />I'm soothed to rest basked in beauty <br />Then the sun rises above my skin <br />and I'm torn from sleep <br />but it excites me thoroughly <br /> <br />This is the way of bi polar lovers <br />neither is wrong <br /> <br />and remember, you fit a role yourself for both of them' <br /> <br />'Which are you for both, the moon and sun, <br />passion or beauty? ' <br /> <br />She responded with a whisper <br /> <br />'I am the Earth <br />pure beauty is my form <br />and both bulbs in the sky know it so <br />that is why they turn on to see me <br />lie <br />always naked waiting for their eyes...' <br /> <br />I fall awake <br />by her breath threading through my hair <br />and tears of solace failing from her sky <br /> <br />She is wise <br />but tortured still <br /> <br />For by beauty we are ound <br />and by passion we are torn.<br /><br />Joshua Bantum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-whole-story-3/
