Bi-Butterfly - The Poem

As said in a post from last year, I submitted a drawing to the open submissions for Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay & Lesbian Art's exhibit, "Uncensored: Queer Art and The Church". I knew that my drawing would be a rarity by dealing with bisexuality, since biphobia is quite rampant in not just the gay community, but for American attitudes towards sexuality in general. Which is quite ironic and hypocritical since the purpose of the exhibit was to "flip the bird" to attitudes towards sexuality by the church.

What I didn't know was how rampant it was until I recently presented this poem inspired by the drawing at Titillating Tongues. It created the most lukewarm applause I had ever received. The only time I received a less enthused applause was when I was the first to take to the stage, which is understandable. But that was not the case here. I was somewhere between being the 5th or 8th presenter.

So with such an experience, why insist on presenting this poem here. Because this poem tells:
1) my bisexual fantasy; as well as 2) my bisexual truth; and 3) the truth of other bisexuals as well. Even those who have yet to come out because they don't want to deal with prejudice in some other form, like I faced that night through applause.

Bi-Butterfly

The hot pink of a woman’s vagina

Shows the color of flesh covered by her skin

It’s the blood rushing throughout her body

From a heat starting from within

Her clit, her nips, and all of her lips

Swell as they crave my touch and entry

Admiration of this sexual beauty

Is how the human race has thrived for centuries

Tonight as I take flight

I’ll hold her close with only my right hand

Since she is not my only pleasure passenger

I hope she understands

Sexy royal blue man held by my left hand

He is the other passenger on this ride

You would think he’s being a gentleman

Saying, “Ladies first” of who gets me inside 

But it’s his plan to have my cock drenched by her pussy juice

Which he wants when I dip in him next

His main goal is to be the cause of my cum explosion

And feel the throbs that concludes the sex

I don’t begrudge his plan

If I wanted to play “catcher”, I would do the same

But tonight I am determined to pitch

And the beauty of his ass is to blame

It’s time to dispel some theories

About my bisexual ways

This craving is not a common conflict

That haunts me all of my days

One gender is my forever love & sex

The other is just a quick sex fix

But I’m sure all of this judgment and hate

Are those wishing they were a love or trick 

You are flying with a Bi-Butterfly

And I want you both tonight

Shielded by my wings of gold and silver

From the world’s scrutiny of our flight

The light of the sun, moon, and stars

Glowing around and through my wings

Making us free to play day or night

And any time in between

There is no confusion, no lies

This openness is what makes a Bi-Butterfly fly