Farewell Leonard Cohen

Montreal, 2012, hotel foyer

On certain incredible nights
When your flesh is drenched with moon
And the windows are wide open;
Your breasts are sculptured
From the soft inside of darkness
And your belly a fragment of a great bright flask.
Thank-God a peninsula of sheet across your waist
Imprisons you upon my bed.
O not toward the glory
Of the beautifully infested outside skies,
Where girls of light are floating up from every room,
Would I a moment turn my head,
As other men have innocently done!

From Let us compare mythologies

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