On a path from divine love,
to something that makes sense in the heart,
I’m ripping out these nails,
to turn this cross upside down,
once again, this myth to upset,
an order imposed by god,
breaking this cage in the heart,
for a conscientious love.
Biology imposes too upon my human choice,
chemicals speak unseen, silent mechanical voice,
divorcing my relationships from the ways I’ve made meaning,
I work to build between us both, love’s not a feeling.
No love will live forever,
no gentle touch is perfect in grace,
that suits me just fine,
our greatness is not divine.
Agency takes the place of the way we’ve been conditioned to feel,
Our ability to decide for ourselves exists beyond the modern gods of Darwin and Abraham.
This love is not a biological cage,
this love is not spoiled by a belief in god,
this love is selfish but it’s true,
this love is free of any law.
Meet the challenge of the love you choose,
may effort be your guide.