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Apparently April is Poetry Month

I heard this on NPR's Fresh Air a few days ago, and it caught my ear (and spirit):

Thousand Kisses Deep (Excerpt)

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat
You'd have to be a man to know
How good that feels, how sweet
My mirror twin, my next of kin
I'd know you in my sleep
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
See, I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
To pose all hot and high
Behind the veils of sheer deceit
Our perfect porn aristocrat
So elegant and cheap
I'm old, but I'm still into that
A thousand kisses deep

--Leonard Cohen


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Apr. 11th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
On the topic of kissing
I was introduced to this about 3 years ago, and it still makes me swoony.

I wish very much that I could
hold your face in my two
hands and
kiss your mouth.
I am sure your kisses could feed me:
I could live on the
sustaining elegance of their touch.
A warmth and sweetness
would fill my mouth,
a wine of such eloquence,
no speech, no words would
dare to imitate.
Your mouth invites kisses
as honey in the comb
invites tasting:
as red, crisp apples
want biting;
as the cool, orange- yellow
of peach and nectarine
seek to be sipped, nipped,
licked and savored.
While the kisses of your mouth
could nourish me and my soul
for eons,
no measurable time
would pass through the
duration of their gift,
and lifetimes would endure while I
kissed your mouth
held between my two hands.

Jillian Bee
Apr. 11th, 2009 01:20 am (UTC)
Yay Leonard Cohen
Incidentally, I have a group writing project coming up that you will be invited to take part in, if you have interest and time. I'll let you know details when the date's a bit closer. :)
Apr. 14th, 2009 10:53 pm (UTC)
Saw this and thought...
Drunk as drunk on turpentine

From your open kisses,

Your wet body wedged

Between my wet body and the strake

Of our boat that is made of flowers,

Feasted, we guide it - our fingers

Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -

Over the sky's hot rim,

The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice

And equinox, drowsy and tangled together

We drifted for months and woke

With the bitter taste of land on our lips,

Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime

And the sound of a rope

Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,

We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,

And lay like fish

Under the net of our kisses.
Apr. 14th, 2009 10:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Saw this and thought...
oops, that's Pablo Neruda.... translated by Christopher Logue
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