A Slice of Heaven
So what of a man
Of preferences and choices
Of garment and form?
Would you follow steps?
For this man walks not wide gates
Nor steps by set times
You might walk each same
Yet entirely different
Is where you'll end up
This is not some trick
This is not some side-effect
Nor is it some flaw
Our beloveds wait
Here in this alone they are
The same, all the same
A field of lilies
A singular perfect rose
In bloom, here in bloom
Can a thing be had
And yet still given away?
Like a cake is love
For to each their own
The knife cuts slice of heaven
Neither right nor left
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