<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That No One Walks...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we sleep in the place between chapters, <br>where even silence waits, as if in awe.<br>my body tingles, be it flesh or spirit, <br>i am not ready for the grave! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">tis the knee of the lover, <br>the breath of god on my neck! <br>the candle burns down, and bows...<br>even the clock trembles with the smallest breeze, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the pillow weeps perhaps knowing.<br>i am not the man i thought i knew, <br>but the fingers tracing the nipple...<br>when death tastes like passion spilled...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">onto the floor that no one walks!</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> <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=389004" data-title="That No One Walks... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="we sleep in the place between chapters, where even silence waits, as if in awe. my body tingles, be it flesh or spirit, i am not ready for the grave! tis the knee of the lover, the breath of god on my neck! the candle burns down, and bows......"></div> </div> </div>

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