The Lights of Love

Love is not an electric lamp.
So many think like everyone has a socket or a bulb,
And if you've got a socket you need to find someone with a bulb,
And if you've got a bulb you need to find someone with a socket.
Then you get together, and you get "in love" and screw together and everyone can see the Light of your Love for each other,
And once you get screwed together, there's no more room for anybody else.

So many think like you're either a plug or an outlet,
And a plug and an outlet get together and get plugged together,
And then the whole thing Starts Working,
And after you've gotten plugged, you've got to get unplugged before you can make anything Work with someone different.

It's not.

We have lost our words for love, and not having words, can no longer understand the ideas.
We have let our gods and our laws and our society's disapproval take away our joy.
We have cast away our happiness for someone else's morality.
We live in darkness, because we have extinguished the bonfire of passionate consummation
And replaced it with a stand-lamp in the corner.