by Deforma
O I will tell him to love you carefully;
to honour you with shells and coloured bottles;
to keep from your face the falling sand
and from your human arm the time-charred beetle;
to teach you new stories about lightning and
let you run sometimes barefoot on the shore.
And when the needle grins bloodlessly in his cheek
he will come to know how beautiful it is
to be loved by a madwoman.
- from Song of Patience by Leonard Cohen: Let us Compare Mythologies
- I Left a Woman Waiting - Leonard Cohen
- Bleeding All Over You - Martha Wainwright
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