you are the golden symphony

You are the golden symphony of things I couldn’t quite feel.
I am the broken rose unthrown, wishing itself at your feet.
You caress the wounds of the world so sweetly, they sing and forget to heal.
Numb to the touch of God since my father’s stained glass eyes in church
Rendered me impotent to silent invitations of marble martyrs
I cannot take freely the communion of blood, of stars, of earth.
You are the broken symphony, exalting the limp I conceal.

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iaminacocoon's picture

This is so seductive and

This is so seductive and burning while being stoic all at the same time. I love it.

coffeewithleonardcohen's picture

That's exactly what I wanted

That's exactly what I wanted to hear.