i will not ask you to stop
i have never been so taken over
and you have never been so in control
welcome to the equality of love
welcome to my strong heart
my hard head
and my hands
that are stronger still
it has been so long since i have burnt in your flames
so long since i have felt the spear of your love in my side
i lie here now cold
i lay here now not bleeding
but serving those suffering
as i serve them love
and await the flame
of yours
and your spear
to heat and most of all
to hurt
there are just so many perfect words to describe
how imperfect i am
how beautiful i could be
if you were all a little more illiterate
i am montreals poet as we bid farewell to cohen
as richler is a memory
as one day i will be
a farewell memory
merely a stain on this city
for the anglos
and parisiens
pen scores paper as love scores the heart
as the paper can draw blood
as your body can score the heart
and i wait typing without pen
without paper
without your love
for the heart
why should i write more
when what needs to be said can be written in two lines
this heart still beats
to the beat of love
what a marvellous world in which we can meet someone so far away
from so far away
having come so far
to meet
so
hell broke loose
as i sat quietly
reining in heaven
we were never friends
we were just lovers
we were never lovers
just two burnt out souls in a lost, late, nighttime serenade
we lay barely breathing
just bodies wanting
my dearest love
we were never friends
just enemies who loved each other
a moment in time
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