Cheaper

I love but I am under water, I am under the ideas and notions of a herd of bulls, overheard from the womb. The shape of love, the slender silhouette. Love is easy and clear cut, love is basic and organic, love is as simplistic as summer, when you follow the rules. When a man loves a woman everything is in order, if he treats her like a queen or beats her till she is lean it is all natural and let it run free.

But the devil runs riot when love turns into perversion, when love is not love but an unnatural urge. For a man to love a man, even if treated as kings it is never the same, it is never love, never the white love of god but always toned with shades of doubt questioning its necessity.

You do not look upon me naturally, I am a novelty. Like Jesus, a stage, a nativity. I am not seen as I am but clouded with perceptions, pre conceived notions of how I think and how my love differs and with that how can we ever love freely, our love is always seen cheaply.