Sex in Heaven

It's heaven sent, this miracle soprano you employ
That makes an angel of a boy, earthbound
My soul took wing upon the sound
I guess I still can't face the implications of this gift
There's something pagan in the lift -- airborne
And why should soul from flesh be torn?

That's what it costs to buy a note so pure and high
And so divine: no sex in heaven
The bottom line: no sex in heaven. Where do I sign?

Then came the man whose eyes professed the love that we had sought;
A love that's never to be caught or held
Some ancient pact can't be dispelled. What's the surprise?
The storied sacrifice is often told: that this perfection must be cold
And hard -- where once we joined by scalpel scarred

What gimpy God aflame with jealous rage decreed that you
Like him must be unwhole; allowed to yearn?
But if the need that you profess is once returned
You slap it down! (If I should ask, and I always ask.)

I guess I still can't help the sickened impulse to admire
The score that this castrati choir translates
That soothes as it emasculates