As if the feeling
of her thighs against mine
wasn’t enough to convince me
I know in any case
that I am sick of a generation
that jerks itself off on the notion
that it is any kind of peak
in the evolution of compassion
as if “tolerance” wasn’t a dirty word
and all of us seething in the fringes
weren’t demanding change
And if the leap my heart makes
over the curve of her hip
as she rolls towards me
doesn’t end all questions
I know that, regardless
everyone who understands
is running not walking toward a time
when these amendments rest
alongside slavery and witch-burning
in the outhouses of history
when the sanctity of a legal construct
means nothing in the face of love
Because the heat between
her mouth and mine
as they slip and slide
and tongues collide
throws iodine on the salty wound
of your festering definition of “marriage”
And I am ready for a change
I am ready to sink my teeth into truth
Because just like your blind faith
as you press faces into mud
and use our heads as stepping stones
in a graceless, stumbling,
do-or-die, kill-to-fly, head-over-heels
struggle towards eternal salvation
I know unconditionally that her hips
grinding a wetness through her jeans
and onto mine is real
and I can see the stains clearer
than you can hear anything
your “God” says about virtue
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