Secret Cord

Leonard Cohen - Halleujah

Rising from autumns cold
He pushed toward
So did she
as he began to play
the secret cord
Forbidden
With movements
Hidden
Beneath her mutli-colored tapestry
Gentle movement
Soft slow
Rising
The gentle tease
Of flesh
Surrendering to flesh
Touches melting
Melding
In her
Burning surrender
Of passion fierce
Tracing touches
Playing with fire
Her head reclined
Lips frozen
In a silent cry
Of pleasure devastating
As
His fingers began
The gentle trace
Burning
Across her lips
Burning
Longing
Supple pout
To draw his touch
He longed to maintain
The balance
Between the savor
And deadly desires release
The sharp intake
Before one dives
Into passions flame
Feel the burn
Surrounding
Consuming
Knowing
To die
Is to live
When one begins to play
he secret cord