freeform cohen

*freeform cohen*
There is a crying tiger
Sharing a bottle of vodka
With a wailing mandolin
Songs of ages sewn in golden thread
Into curtains of your boudoir
A voice on the gramophone
Haunted by a thousand melodies
Has begun to sing in tongues
Songs which sound familiar
You have never heard before
Drunken penguins slurring words
As they and chat up
An off-key blues piano
Your smile looms broader
Than our half-finished bottle
Of orange tea and Gordon's gin
Wandering troubadour is singing
Of all the beauties he has seen
While we slowly waltz blindly
Tangled in streamers of sins
This perfume is adultery
Lipstick Nazi Berlin red
Flamingoes shake off feathers
Mix with cherry blossom
On vastness of your bed
You are tempting Salome
I am a drowned sailor
Fairy tales a crown
Of thorns upon my head
The night has been longer
Than dusk to dawn has ever been
Your hair is the darkness
Eyes hold galaxies sparkling
Each kiss we exchange
Inverts laws of gravity
Repeals chimes of Time
These moments are forever
Drunk on love and plum wine
Addicted to your flavour
All I am forever thine
Reading curtains golden thread
There is always one more chorus
Always one more line
In the boudoir of your mind.