Making Love To the Homeless

Many give gold to the wicked and old
Some build a home for the harmless
Though what I do must fill the sane with disgust
I love the ugly and charmless.

I like them thin with a pustulant skin
Each feels my kiss and caress',
I enter their flesh; I mingle and mesh
And never say: God, what a mess.

It's a pleasure to thirst for love of the worst
Though in love I am weirdly discreet
I like to make creatures with horrible features
Who piddle and dung in the street.

Does Creation suggest at its beautiful best
That love is a whisper of honey.
The angels love sex when its wild and complex
But God only loves love when it's funny.