Just to be clear, love was never about where you put your mouth
or the kind of body beneath the clothes.
Love was, and still is, about finding your way home.
Through a blizzard of first-time butterflies and last-date jitters,
through someone else’s skin like an unflinching arrow
until you meet marrow and bone.
There’s always such tenderness in rain,
but more so in pain.
So if someone says, Don’t love them, they’re not for you,
don’t love them, it’s wrong, don’t love them, it’s man and woman
not woman and woman or man and man,
turn your thoughts inside out and don’t listen.
The Big Bang formed the universe from dust and stone,
so you can turn their ugly ignorance into something beautiful
by continuing to love the one you’re with
no matter who they may be
or how they identify.