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"Beneath my hands
Your small breasts
Are the upturned bellies
Of breathing fallen sparrows.

Wherever you move
I hear the sound of closing wings
Of falling wings.

I am speechless
Because you have fallen beside me
Because your eyelashes
Are the spines of tiny 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."

- Leonard Cohen