Can I just worship your hand

Like the Blessed Sacrament is worshipped

By tired souls that sell their bodies in the night?



Can I just look on you

Like a ragged man from the pew?

Unwelcomed by the Spanish friar

Because of my ghastly sight.



Forgive me, your distant lover

For I can only look on thee

And would rather not love

Than share my poisonous intimacy



Your bud is strong, ere it be blown