Love Sanctified

I am told not to love him.

Never to see him.

Best not to even think of him.

To do so brings great shame,

a family ruined,

tarnished by society,

never to be free of such scandal.

“How could you have fallen so?”

Fallen from grace?

Fallen in love?

But what’s one without the other,

no difference –

same shade of disgust.

Love forgets nothing.

Love forgets no one,

even with heartbreak,

tears,

the sorrow –

love tastes bitter

and sweet,

all in the same breath.

I am told to change my ways,

follow the path of Christ.

Come back to grace

and lie with a woman.

“Bed one, three, twenty,”

they say,

“Taste what you’ve been missing,

taste what we need…

use their bodies

and forget these heretic desires.”

Heresy.

That is our name.

T0 love one and one alone,

desire to wed,

uphold loyalty,

protection,

from this day forward

‘til death

do us part.

To be with one alone.

He who gives his love unto me with

kindness

and passion.

But we are heretics.

Blasphemous.

Children of the devil.

The unnatural.

Too sinful to parade in a cage with other

freaks of the earth,

disfigured outcasts of heaven.

When did love become….

unnatural?

To devote one’s heart,

to one chosen by his soul,

to be accepted by him,

lover to lover,

friend to friend…

Man to Man.

Love cannot be limited,

constructed to falsities

written in holy books,

preached by liars.

Those very ones with paper mâché

commandments

that should govern thy neighbor

but not thyself.

They say I cannot love him.

I cannot see him…

to forget him completely.

But I have found love

is the hardest to forget.

The hardest candle to snuff.

I will love him,

Till the end of my days,

and we will love one another,

in other lifetimes,

over and over,

defying the unjust,

disproving the hypocrites,

showing the world the beauty of

true, sanctified love.