I am placated in my strange longing
By the breath of change, of new belonging
Housed in comfort, matter mixed and melting
Chemically created creatures, bringing
Bodies to bear, filling sleeves, wearing skin
Smooth, soft and supple, dimpled skin, wearing
What weights upon the bones, this lustrous skin
It clothes us wholly, stretching and shrinking
As we move, and we cover it, ashamed
To be seen in it, appalled by its sight
Worried if God sees it we will be blamed
For promiscuity -- this is not right.
God meant for man to be clothed on the earth
Wearing the flesh we were nude in from birth.