Love of a monk aged seventeen before successful manhood

Come closer now
Come near my insanity
Misbehave for me… I approve freedom!

No no no… I must be dreaming
For this body before me
This body before me
This love behind this horror of black veils
This body I do not touch - do not touch, they say…
The corruption of distance almost kills me
Before this body I do not touch
For such touch would make me burn and turn ash
Nonexistence would come and I’m afraid
Afraid of death
And of all its full winds of suffering
And razors and holes where I would fit for all eternity
In eternal nostalgia of eternal love.

I do not wish eternity. I am not perfect. Sanctity is not for me.
I am mortal, and like mortals I wish death, forever chastity
Forever love.

Revolution will not happen.
Not before I die.

Beauty will then become explicit.