I Have Never Believed

I have never believed in sin,
For the concept of sin belongs with a soul,
And all the invisible things of nature.
But I could never deny love;
Because I bear so many of it’s wounds.
And when I go shopping for love,
I pay no attention to size, practicality, occasion;
Only my mood and needs of the moment.
And I find then that I must gradually sew myself
Completely into the garment,
Almost as though it were a permanently living part of my body;
And when I finally have to free myself from it,
I find I must mutilate it, in order to completely remove myself from it.
Which then of course, entails another trip down to the store.
It’s not a pattern that I fully agree with,
But it’s one I’ve found to be inescapable, at least for me:
As each love eventually becomes another straitjacket,
When you can never find a style, that suits you.