The Love Unbound

There was a time I used to say
That straight is straight and gay is gay,
As if Love could somehow confine
Itself to one side of a line.

Then once, whilst I was watching her,
The line, it seemed, began to blur
And by the time we came to kiss
My mind had moved to think like this:

Though I love meat, can I not wish
Sometimes to taste a sweeter dish
And, relishing it too, why then
Should I not turn to meat again?

For that is how I see the joys
Of all those lovelorn girls and boys,
Since beauty’s beauty, nonetheless,
However it may choose to dress.

And does Love feel the least affront
When, sucking cock or licking cunt,
I take the man’s or woman’s part
If Love resides within my heart?

There was a time I used to state
That gay is gay and straight is straight -
But Love’s one vast and open sea
Uncurbed by any boundary.