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Saturday, September 3, 2011

Love Song to Leonard Cohen


Look at me, Leonard, when I’m naked in my way
Not for one last time, but with filmed vision every day.
Look upon me tenderly and look upon me long
And you’ll know that I’m half crazy just because of a few songs.
You hurt me with democracy
And your silky smooth soft honesty
    (Using lint the gaps to fill in
    From Buddha, Christ or Dylan
    Mix it in with innate wisdom
    You don’t even know you own)
But it’s ok and it is righteous
You are speaking to the rest of us
Your eyes and voice I feel so very deep.
And I’ll love you by the river, in the water and the reeds
Until we’re both swept under by the passion of our deeds
Some holy dove above us moves
What water isn’t holy, too?
And all the breaths we’ll breathe are now so few.
I’m sorry that we didn’t meet ‘fore my youth and beauty fleeted
I’m nothing if not a muse you never needed.

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