Just because you don't understand

Doesn't mean that you can deny it.

It's like the serpent sleeping beneath your brain whispering things in your ear;

things you never wanted to hear.

It's always there

and it's real.

You can

feel

it.

But to talk about it, is too taboo.

It could get you killed, shot at with sharpened words and letters from friends,

the ones you thought you had.

Social Death is the price of

Happiness, the kind we are not allowed to have.

As is the price of love, the kind that bubbles with sighs.

The kind that blossoms while deflowered.

The kind we don't talk about in the light of day. The kind that is 

Tainted with words, like linen with fresh spring mud and thrown away because

a single House with a bell tower and a book, decided it was 

wrong.

Like 2 and 2 make 5.  The house says it is wrong, but the house does not

UNDERSTAND

that in a higher form of mathematics with

complicated concepts, that 2 and 2 CAN make 5, if it is done right.

It is too

complicated

for the house, so the house does not

TRY

to understand.

It is easier to make a label than to truly understand.

It is easier to declare it a Cake, than to name

all the ingredients

that make it so.

Just because you don't understand the way gravity works,

 doesn't mean it's not there, holding the seams 

together.

Love is more than Love. 

It's more than two people.  It's more than bed sheets

and condoms or even flowers.

It's a spark that FIRES that wood in the sheets.

It's a spark that lights the otherside of the street,

so you're enlighted of another way of life with

understanding.

It's a spark that starts the fire that leads you into war,

the battle fought to protect that other.

The spark.

It doesn't matter if it's male, female,

black, white, brown,

or a damn rainbow trout.

A spark is a spark.

A fire is a flame

It's all the same.

Just because you don't understand

Doesn't mean that you can deny it.