I need bread for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Sweet grain, salted grain, I want so much

To swallow you whole. I'm a damn sinner
Who can only be saved by your fingers.

Hurry, place the sacred bread on my tongue

And consecrate breakfast, lunch, and dinner —
Or maybe not. I wish I were slimmer

And more disciplined — a secular monk!

But I lust, lust and lust. I'm a sinner
Who seeds, threshes, harvests, feasts, and shivers.

Forgive me. Condemn me. I need flesh and blood

And bread at each breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I know I want too much. I know what hinders

And troubles you. But join me in this flood.

Look at me. I'm your beloved sinner.
Sit with me. Please. Let's talk. Please. Linger.

Let's touch and eat everything that we touch.

Let us stay through breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Sweetheart, it's your turn to be the sinner.