" " How ardent you are!" Tamara said theatrically. " Tonight you are my ardent lover. Tonight we are sentry and animals, birds and lizards, slime and marble. Tonight we are glorius and degraded, knighted and crushed, beautiful and disgusting. Sweat is perfume. Gasps are bells. I wouldnt trade this for the ravages of the loveliest swan. This is why i must have come to you in the first place. This is why i must have left the others, the hundreds who tried to stay my ankle with crippled hands as i sped to you."
" Horseshit," i said.
She eased her herself out of my arms clasp and stood on the bed. I thought of the thighs of stone colossi but i didnt say anything. "
- The Favourite Game, Leonard Cohen
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