With My Imperfect Mind
With my imperfect mind I touch
her body, and she’s satisfied
because I love her very much,
and never ever tried to hide
my imperfections. Since she travels,
it appears to me, half blind,
when my state of mind unravels
she remains to me inclined,
leaning with her body to
my own which is less perfect than
the one her excercises hew
to make me of her flesh a fan,
and turn her place into a river
where I can steer her like a boat,
and, while I’m standing, can deliver
the love I in my poems wrote.
Inspired by Suzanne, by Leonard Cohen
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said 'All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them'
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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