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.