Remembering Leonard

Both os us say there are laws to obey, 
but frankly, I don´t like your tone

It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.

You don´t need to hear me now
and every word i speak
it counts against me anyhow
a thousand kisses deep