The Art of E.T.Lockyear
It was years ago when I met my companion;
I had a friend who asked a question.
He asked a simple question, a question to try and shake my gayness;
A simple question he thought would shame us.
See although we’d been friends for many years,
My openness always seemed to offend.
I had not poked or ever prodded;
Had simply accepted what he disregarded.
Until that day he asked a simple question;
His jostled attempt upon my sureness;
A simple question that would forever estrange us.
In that email I did read his jostled attempt upon my sureness,
That simple question he thought should shame us,
What he thought would shake my gayness;
A simple question to forever estrange us.
And these four words are what were read: “Does he sanctify you?”
I took only moments to reply;
As there was no shame in our gayness, of that I’m sure.
With Webster in hand to open my response;
My words did flow as sure as my gayness.
So in my reply these words he’d read:
“To sanctify is to set apart for sacred use;
To consecrate; to make holy; to purify; to give sanction;
To make productive of holiness or spiritual blessing.”
“Of this gayness I am sure,
For this love is sacred and secure.
What else could be more holy and pure;
Than the love of two, blessed by the Spirit Divine?
Your attempt to divide;
Only deepened these vows;
That have sprung from our core;
To cherish this product of Divine.”
Then in kind I asked a question;
A question I knew would further estrange us.
His simple words, I rejoined twice fold:
“Have you found the one who sanctifies you?”
Emmanuel Lockyear, Oct, 1 2011