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