Take This LongingLeonard Cohen(A Weekend Synopsis by Schnoo) Many men have loved the bellsyou fastened to the rein,and everyone who wanted youthey found what they will always want again.Your beauty lost to you yourselfjust as it was lost to them.Oh take this longing from my tongue,whatever useless things these hands have done.Let me see your beauty broken downlike you would do for one you love. Your body like a searchlightmy poverty revealed,I would like to try your charityuntil you cry, “Now you must try my greed.”And everything depends uponhow near you sleep to me Just take this longing from my…

Tonight was dancing to our favourite live band at the Orbit Room. It was too many drinks, and all of my girlfriends wanting to be so close. It was dancing so much to such great music, and not caring who was watching. It was tall, sexy, bald Patrick – a stranger – dancing with the skinny girl with dreadlocks first, and then finding me when he realized she wasn’t interested. It was me, feeling shitty about fifteen extra pounds. It was mostly fantastic music, And Enrique with his ear flaps and strong eyebrows. Shorter than the other boys. Not there…

We had a slow, stinky ride home on the King car, in the snow. Arthur always hangs close, sits on my foot, smacks his chops nervously and rolls his big brown eyes up at me each time we stop, as if to say “Are we there yet?” He smells ripe. He never, ever has a bath before I pick him up, and his doggie aroma offends even my very tolerant nostrils. But he is warm, and solid beside me, and as I stroke his furry vest, he heaves a mighty sigh, and tears spring to my eyes. I lay my…

I know there is a myth where someone digs a hole under the cover of darkness to whisper all of their deepest secrets into. Perhaps this is not so secret… When I am with you, no matter who, or how many other people are in the room, all I can think about is how your lips might feel against mine. I don’t need to own you. I don’t need it to mean that things must change, but if I can’t kiss you so very, very slowly… if I can’t taste you just once, I think I might crawl out of…

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.” “I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.” – Anais Nin I cut and pasted these quotes last week after a friend posted them to her Facebook profile. They were without quotation marks, or the author’s…