Push
Leonard Cohen
heavy dusk curtains
blinds choke afternoon sun
arch lamp
low light tangles
plaid consignment couch
hot glass Irish Whiskey
4 days died in February
a moment
remained silent
she stayed home
famous last words
I'll run out in that storm
but I'll let you go now
I'll let you go believing
4 days in February
you go on believing
you go on
GO------- go deeper into dark
black heart
unraveled kitty on yarn string
played your crummy gee-tar
see you in the pawnshop
every lonely night
desire tan brown legs
belt wrapped around waist
the Cali sun burns
beach blonde hair in ocean air
close sexy whisper
ear a flame
let me walk you through it
it's going to be fine
everything will be fine
come with me
I'll walk you through my garden
mysterious sultry voice
reassured cracked hum
long bottle
germinating seed
reaching through cracks
breaks of
oxygen mixing in water
mixing in sunlight
pushing through resentment
abandonment loss
all sediment
flower stem rising
a toddler yawns
awakening sleep
sweet slow
confident stretching arms
closed eye smile
so light headed
straining to see
the shale that rises
feet swell and sting
it's no garden
circle shiny path
pieces of glass
wounds bring feet
to halt
sleek long neck
roll away
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