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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Colder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was six foot four, and forty-six<br>and even colder than he thought he was<br>James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not that I cared about the other woman.<br>Those perfumed breasts with hearts<br>of pure rock salt.<br>Lot's wives-<br>all of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't care<br>if they fondled him at parties,<br>eased him in at home<br>between a husband & a child,<br>sucked him dry<br>with vacuum cleaner kisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the coldness that I minded,<br>though he's warned me.<br>"I'm cold," He said- (as if that helped any).<br>But he was colder<br>than he thought he was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold sex.<br>A woman has to die<br>& be exhumed<br>four times a week<br>to know the meaning of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hips are razors<br>his pelvic bones are knives,<br>even his elbows could cut butter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold flows from his mouth<br>like a cloud of carbon dioxide.<br>Hie penis is pure dry ice<br>which turns to smoke.<br>His face hands over my face-<br>An ice carving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of these days<br>he'll shatter<br>or<br>he'll melt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erica+Jong">Erica Jong</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=389850" data-title="Colder de Erica Jong" data-description="He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks Not that I cared about the other woman. Those perfumed breasts with hearts of pure rock salt. Lot's wives- all of them. I didn't care i..."></div> </div> </div>
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