The angels won’t have it
They say. Same sex
love is a travesty
A sin which God
In His majesty
Cannot tolerate.

So watching angels
shake their heads
as ladies celebrate
their love, in beds
doorways
on shagpiled carpets
and parquet floors.

For I hear a different choir
as I fall into your Gloria
Your grace. Your touch
is God’s embrace
of loving kindness
in a different key