take this longing


grasp me with
Hungarian lanterns
and photographs
and gloss
rest with me
in my rectangular
reasoning prerequisite
my mouth is a lock
on the dew of your thigh
you long me for you
on empty pages in a scrapbook
binding you
I have always touched
your perfect body
with my mind
you elude those
who find you seeking
I’ll do anything you ask me to
and if you want another kind
you draw a novel scene
in vain thrown down
nightly moraine
you say
I tried to leave you
but found no reason for it

your beauty
and the moonlight
overthrew me

© Marianne Jungmaier, Belgrade 2015, lyrics by Leonard Cohen

Categories: harlots im herzen, Poems