<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The end of the affair is always death. <br>She's my workshop. Slippery eye, <br>out of the tribe of myself my breath <br>finds you gone. I horrify <br>those who stand by. I am fed. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed. <br>Finger to finger, now she's mine. <br>She's not too far. She's my encounter. <br>I beat her like a bell. I recline <br>in the bower where you used to mount her. <br>You borrowed me on the flowered spread. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed. <br>Take for instance this night, my love, <br>that every single couple puts together <br>with a joint overturning, beneath, above, <br>the abundant two on sponge and feather, <br>kneeling and pushing, head to head. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed. <br>I break out of my body this way, <br>an annoying miracle. Could I <br>put the dream market on display? <br>I am spread out. I crucify. <br>My little plum is what you said. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed. <br>Then my black-eyed rival came. <br>The lady of water, rising on the beach, <br>a piano at her fingertips, shame <br>on her lips and a flute's speech. <br>And I was the knock-kneed broom instead. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed. <br>She took you the way a women takes <br>a bargain dress off the rack <br>and I broke the way a stone breaks. <br>I give back your books and fishing tack. <br>Today's paper says that you are wed. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed. <br>The boys and girls are one tonight. <br>They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. <br>They take off shoes. They turn off the light. <br>The glimmering creatures are full of lies. <br>They are eating each other. They are overfed. <br>At night, alone, I marry the bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345448" data-title="The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator de Anne Sexton" data-description="The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my breath finds you gone. I horrify those who stand by. I am fed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Finger to finger, now she's mine. She's n..."></div> </div> </div>

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