Ivy entwining
Sprouts fresh, green, wanting
By the eighty-nine steps
Leading to the home they've made.

They have frolicked in Eden,
Sunned sandy, naked
By oceans of shared promise,
And, yes, joined in humid fandango.

Man and man, they love each other.
Let their love be a candle,
Burning against the darkness
Of a world that says they shouldn't.

And let me ode them onward,
Publish their joy on tree trunks,
And say that this love is right:
Maypole and maypole dance.