Me and a Leonard Cohen, Saturday night.


My Joan of arc..

Dear beautiful poet,

please write on my bare skin,

I love you, I love you.

Please let’s lay bare and pray.

The night will be never-ending.

You and me,

we want no-more war.

You whispered to me.

Please more kisses my dark poet,

please no-more anger,

please no-more disappointment.

I kissed my Joan of Arc and I told her.

We will escape to the sea.

Find a Island,

where we cannot be found.

We will never look back and

you will smile for me again.

Coyote