Men have always enjoyed erotic encounters with men
on heaths, in woods, on beaches, in parks, cottages, saunas and secret sex dens
this has been going on since humans walked the earth –
communing with Pan, Eros, Priapus, Dionysus,
we recall we came seeking ecstasy, union, bliss
when we chose to undertake birth
into human form, into bodies made for divinity –
there’s few things more sacred than naked bodies in proximity.
Taboos against our lovemaking, built up over centuries
mean we less likely today to realise the power we are creating
with our hands, with our bodies, with our hearts and souls:
power to heal, power to reveal, power to become whole.
Men loving men in body and heart
is an ancient erotic holy art.
And even today, in our age of profanity
with a gay world suffering from drug use and vanity,
men meeting men is a radical act, a rite of friendship, brotherhood, humanity
sharing pleasure and joy, not looking for trouble, not looking to fight
reclaiming the act of men loving men as a simple human right.