contemplativeTears to the Earth
When sorrow weeps in gulfs too far
between those who are meant to meet
enchantment spurned for decency
by a society that knows not of love
the rules set high are evil's child
when tears could flow for joyous cause
this is my wish for those with chance
to find another dear to their heart
no matter the form the other has
if both consent to the embrace
the world should choose let it be
instead of decrying biology
Procustes would have his say
perhaps he does when some object
only one blueprint will comply
meld the flesh to set way
the bed of iron with options set
this or that, no mix or match
puzzle pieces are thought to fit
only one way to reveal true love
if the box is only picture viable
sadly nature is more complex
tapestry changing as lips touch
gender is second to love's embrace
when passion struggles to find its own
the match of souls have need of more
beyond the sorrows of dogma's text
the path forward must be had
the tears imparted to the earth
should be of joy sprung from love.
© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170303.
