That sense of love, which now I miss,
Now that I’m here, instead of there,
In shattering loneliness and despair,
These cuffs of skin, these brussels of hair,
And all the body, this source of sin,
Why should I ever have to give in,
Can I not live without a care?
Surely they misunderstand,
Behind the doors of religion,
Religion lost, but do we dare,
Speak our minds, are we but scared?