One of the nights I didn't kill myself

You dance on the day you saved
my theoretical angels
daughters of the new middle-class
who wear your mouths like Bardot
Come my darlings
the movies are true
I am the lost sweet singer whose death
in the fog your new high-heeled boots
have ground into cigarette butts
I was walking the harbour this evening
looking for a 25-cent bed of water
but I will sleep tonight
with your garters curled in my shoes
like rainbows on vacation
with your virginity ruling
the condom cemeteries like a 2nd chance
I believe I believe
Thursday December 12th
is not the night
and I will kiss again the slope of a breast
little nipple above me
like a sunset


Leonard Cohen, ''One of the nights I didn't kill myself''

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