<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hand On The Door...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we burn our polaroid loves, <br>licking sulphur matches to remember.<br>every shadow, every line, <br>on the face borne by a name.<br>in paint peeled chairs by dirty windows, <br>clutching our knees, <br>and wringing our hearts.<br>in the still moment, <br>time's collector hesitates! <br>and the longing of the hips, <br>weeps down curtains stained.<br>when god and death take second place, <br>to the remembered scent of intimate touch.<br>are we ever anything more? <br>then the kiss in the moonlight, <br>and the hand on the door?</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=389117" data-title="The Hand On The Door... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="we burn our polaroid loves, licking sulphur matches to remember. every shadow, every line, on the face borne by a name. in paint peeled chairs by dirty windows, clutching our knees, and wringing our hearts. in the still moment, time's collect..."></div> </div> </div>

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