Handsome and half full.
Fed yet empty, and starving.
Everything and nothing.
Feeling like enough I but want more.
My masculinity and femininity love to kiss in sunlight, rather than the moon.
Be still, says my heart, feel it ALL says my hormones yet, I welcome both guests into my life, my home.
“Take your shoes off, but don’t stay for a while” I say to these two beautiful strangers who are my polyamorous lovers.
Everything and nothing.
The light flirts endlessly with the dark, my dark. The light says he’s special and handsome.
Handsome and half full.