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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>9 Miles On A Dirty Futon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I spent nine miles with her.<br>in a cheap apartment.<br>Boxed wine and cheeses with exotic sounding names.<br>Eaten on a blanket on the floor as we had no table.<br>we had no couch, <br>we had no television.<br>But we had music.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night we would lay on a futon matress<br>that layed on the floor.<br>The streetlight outside the bedroom window playing shadows across sections of her.<br>First her eyes were lit, the rest of her awash in shadows, <br>then, <br> when she turned, <br>her mouth was visible, <br>but her eyes were shadowed.<br>A breast, a thigh, her hair all illuminated<br>then darkened<br>according to her movments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes she would lie on her back and light a cigarette.<br>Her whole face would light with the flash of the lighter, <br>like hand held lightining, <br>then darken again.<br>We would talk for hours on that futon, <br>I don't remember what was said... <br>I remember her in pieces of light and shadow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she smoked the light would turn the smoke in to a slow<br>languid serpent<br>escaping from her body through her mouth and nose.<br>I have never seen anyone smoke like that before or since.<br>Her face half lit by the streetlight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would speak and the words would drift out of her <br>entwined with the smoke.<br>She smoked like Garbo.<br>slow and seductive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 years with her and all my memories are of shadows, soft sodium streetlights, and orange cigarette glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 years with her and all I remember are the lights and shadows<br>across her body.<br>On that futon matress<br>on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brevet+Wilson">Brevet Wilson</a><div class=q>
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in a cheap apartment.
Boxed wine and cheeses with exotic sounding names.
Eaten on a blanket on the floor as we had no table.
we had no couch, 
we had no television.
But we had music.

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