Torn

The tears slide from inside to out,
This pain unbearable no doubt,
Torn and bleeding,
The time is coming,
Decide I must,
Forcing me to be,
Which one is he?

A crime is this?
Love of two at once,
Separate, sacred each love strong.
Lurking in front,
The decision I can’t prolong.
I toss and I turn sleep I hunt,
By my side which one belongs?

Two loves so diverse!
One breathe held, patient is he,
The second in trust yet to immerse.
Safety is there in both that I share,
Different in form leaves not a clue.
My choice unclear, burden I bear.
Tormented soul whispers adieu.

A crime I commit,
To whom I submit?
From one I must part,
Matters of love a fine art,
Emotions unsound,
Ecstasy in one is found.
Two men loved, one a future bound.

Dlt July 24 2004 all rights reserved