Fidelity

It's a rival now -

it seeks to not know

Humaneness of emotion

Or purity of intent 

Or emptiness of lone

Or unseen innocence

That's dared to desire

Beyond limits of norm.

Hastily then 

Lines of judgement 

stand drawn

Its circumspect:

- how can love falter?

- how can it be on offer 

   without question or ego?

- how dare it overstep

  whats permissible, whats not?

As jury stands 

to judge my soul

I'm on trial

So I turn 

My head

Looking eye to eye

I raise my chin

And before it can ask

With hands up in air

I state the obvious

No - no permission was granted

It wasn't even sought

I submitted without ration 

or a thought

I surrendered to accept

what knocked on the door

Of my heart's core

What's worse men

Listen - 

I'm not guilty or sore

I've chosen the given

With right

Not amor.