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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388289" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">listening... for the sound<br>your hand makes when it touches mine...<br>for the words your eyes whisper<br>when you laugh...<br>for the song your heart sings, <br>and the prayer your sleeping body<br>becomes, pressed against mine.<br>for the sound of the cicadas<br>chanting in drunken rhythm...<br>for the boiling of beans<br>in my grandmother's kitchen.<br>for the crush of the bat<br>driving the ball deep into the gap.<br>for the gurgle of creekwater<br>running o'er a melon wedged tight. <br>for the sharp crack of the gun<br>and the bullets whistling overhead.<br>for the cry of the hungry baby<br>and the slap against his mother's face.<br>for the clank of the leg irons<br>across a cold concrete floor.<br>and the wail of the widow.<br>for the song of the workers<br>bent neath the sun in the field.<br>for the speech of the visionary<br>who already smells like death.<br>for the pounding of the oil rigs<br>raping the earth without feeling.<br>for the lies of the politician<br>stealing the souls of the people.<br>for the sound of hate's fists<br>pounding the gay boy to death.<br>for the scream of raging empty<br>when they bring a mother's boy home.<br>for the sound of the door, <br>closing for the last time.<br>for the memory of an old hymn, <br>calling from beyond the river.<br>listening... for the moan of lovers, <br>bodies slapping in the night.<br>for the wild beating of a heart<br>dissolving nameless into mine...<br>for the echo of something more<br>than a drink and a feeling...<br>that needs to breathe, to run, to fly, <br>and to dance<br>listening</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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for the words your eyes whisper
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