Entangled in our love
and feeling no shame,
we spend the morning in bed
lying breast to breast,
with their cries of
‘But it’s a sin.
Women should not lie with women
as women lie with men’
echoing around the void,
unclaimed,
their impact devoid
when the sun
and the moon
and the stars
bow down to us,
and suddenly the sky above
seems closer than the flames below,
and we feel no shame for lying with woman
as woman lies with man,
because it’s Sunday,
and we are free.
Portfolio of Hope 