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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420114" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Narrow bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When last I lay with you my Love-<br>lay with you in your narrow bed<br>in your room, off campus, near the mall.<br>in your last semester of Pre- Med.<br> <br>That day I’d helped you move your things<br>And after our feast of pie and beer<br>You were loathe to let me go<br>In your narrow bed you held me near.<br> <br>Your hair was then a fiery red<br>Your milk white breasts had known no sun<br>I kept eye contact as I inclined<br>to worship Venus with my tongue.<br> <br> <br>Later as our climax neared<br>Your ankles locked around my back<br>You gasped as we, together, came<br>A delightful little death was that.<br> <br> <br>Sweating in a chilly room<br>Your landlord didn’t give much heat<br>I held you then for the last time<br>Both knowing and not knowing that.<br> <br>We grew apart, you moved away<br>I met the girl who’d be my wife<br>You had your practice in Atlanta<br>We both got along with life.<br> <br> <br>Thirty winters passed us by<br>I heard that you were back in town<br>I hurried out to visit you.<br>To see your face for one last time.<br> <br> <br>Your brother met me at the door-<br>The one who used to be a priest<br>He led me to the open casket<br>Where your body lay at peace<br> <br>Streaks of grey were in your hair<br>The strain of cancer marred you face<br>But though the battle had been lost<br>Were you not now in a better place? <br> <br>Laid out in a pale blue dress<br>A rosary wrapped around your hands<br>But if they were warm and capable-<br>Could they make me feel young again? <br> <br>I left you, Ellen, one last time<br>Feeling overcome by tears<br>I clutched my coat against the cold<br>That reached for me across the years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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That day I’d helped you move your things
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