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Love is more religious than religion, for isn’t the one we love
like the Christ we finally betray?
Let me see if I can be a little more plain:
Listen to the atheist speak out loud to the one he loves
when she’s not present—isn’t this how we learn to pray?
The devout responds: “I hurt my lover in jealousy.
However, no believer will seek to cause Christ pain.
Aren’t you guilty, therefore, of blasphemous poetry?”
This only proves, I reply, that my poem allows me to speak
for all lovers, who would be devout, but are too weak.
“Did you not hear me say I never cheated on her,
though to make her jealous, I dropped hints of every kind?”
I know! All appearances become true in love.
You did cheat on her! Your flesh is the Christ
and truth is your flesh in another’s mind.
