In this poem which I’ve written for bisexual awareness month I share my thoughts about one of those random encounters which change you in more ways than you would have thought possible before it actually happened. Moon It relates the story of the night I almost got a girlfriend when I wasn’t even looking for romance and a relationship with either sex was the last thing on my mind. In sharing this poem I would like to hope it shows that bisexuality is all about the attraction we may feel to a particular individual rather than what parts they may or may not have and that it is in fact a world away from the greedy sex mad stereotypes we have to endure in the press and media. I’ve titled it Waterloo Moon, I hope you enjoy the read
Waterloo Moon
We met in the Waterloo bar
as the chill winds of autumn
blew cold on a late October evening
as I searched for a seat
a woman invited me to sit
with her and her younger friend
who told me she liked guys
I told her the same
I think we were both playing the game
as a passion between two women
bubbled underneath the surface
we waited to see
who would be first
to admit they wanted the forbidden other
sensing our comfort in each other’s company
her older friend
left after a while
but she stayed
even though I teased her
about in remaining a gay bar
with someone like me
after her friend had gone
by this time we were both turned on
and got another round of drinks
eventually we did the girl thing
and went to the ladies
as a pair
standing at the mirror
I complimented her hair
saying as a transwoman
I would love to look that good
she rebuked me
stop saying your trans
you’re a woman and that is all that matters
we cuddled and she thrust her breasts in to my face
to excite me
in that one moment
this night made realise the power of being a woman
and I gave thanks to God
for her gift of panty liners
as we applied fresh costs of lippy
we did as nature directed
and sitting at a table made for two
felt something so electric
it could have powered the world
this is a connection only women and girls will ever truly know
but time moved on
I reaped the harvest I had sown
I doubted myself
when we left the bar
she wanted to take me dancing
and I know I should have gone
instead of reluctantly declining
blaming the time of night
and putting my duty of care
before my wants and wishes
believe me I hungered to kiss every part of her
and I think she would have liked it
but alas my chance never came
it was to my shame
I never took the risk
and our kiss under the Waterloo Moon
was to lead to a parting filled
with sorrows and regrets
yet still I cherish the memory
of that night
of her hands taking me
to places of delight
I had never known
I often think of her
and that golden moment
when she made me
feel like a woman
with no help from Shania
© Gayle Smith 2020
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