When in doubt, quote Leonard Cohen

[Poppy Fields]

I love those dreams.
The ones that leave you wrecked for days, stranded in a place that can never be, with memories that never were.
Turned inside-out with longing, incomplete, desperately clinging to disintegrating shreds of... mmmmm and if you could just tear yourself wide open enough... mmmmm maybe. Maybe.
And all you want to do is go back, go back, call it back, drown in you own sub-conscience. Somehow wrap yourself up in that delicious cocoon of unreality where life is more and blood is more you are more, so much more, than could ever be.
And sleep forever in that power.

And then a search for something unrelated leads to a poem by Leonard Cohen (f***, I love that man).
And I can relive that feeling. Again and again.
And torture myself at leisure, letting his words do unspeakable things to my invisible places.
And remind me. Remind me.
Mmmmm.

Beneath My Hands from "The Spice-Box of Earth"

Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.

Wherever you move
I hear the sounds of closing wings
of falling wings.

I am speechless
because you have fallen beside me
because your eyelashes
are the spines of tiny fragile animals.

I dread the time
when your mouth
begins to call me hunter.

When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want to summon
the eyes and hidden mouths
of stone and light and water
to testify against you.

I want them
to surrender before you
the trembling rhyme of your face
from their deep caskets.

When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want my body and my hands
to be pools
for your looking and laughing.

[Syd Valentine]

OMG. U nailed it. U nailed my thoughts and dreams as of late, exactly. Fabulous, glorious memories. Delicious, mind-boggling dreams.

Amazing.