I feel very Cohen-esque tonight. Sundays depress me. This poem even more so. But it’s so beautiful.
I caught the outline of your breasts
from beneath your Halloween costume
I knew you were falling in love with me
for no man could have
noticed
the movement of your chest in his
imagination
It was a breaking away from your unusual
modesty
for me and me alone
through which you stamped on my
formless
desire
the incomparable and decisive outline
of your breasts
like two deep fossil shells
that stayed all night and
probably forever

Leonard Cohen