Fette Ecke,Berlin

alone

open eyed

alone

together alone

alone together

together

open eyed

together

silent

open eyed

silent

alone

open eyed

silent

together

touch me

close my eyes

not my mind

touch 

my heart

silently

i listen

i will listen

i promiss

a quiet place at the water's edge

Leonard Cohen's Poetry

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. 

Leonard Cohen