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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Giving and Receiving-Taking and Empty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She carried his memory with her-<br>wore it like a necklace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was<br>embedded in her body-<br>every place he had touched-<br>issued silent body sighs<br>asking her to go back to him, <br>to have him touch her that way again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was her he'd kissed<br>her loins, her heart, all caressed-<br>all made love to<br>by him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would have forgotten<br>but her body did not<br>-could not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body had melted in the hot; <br>rose again and again<br>in the bubbling up<br>to remind her of what it missed.<br>..<br>She sometimes times would imitate<br>his touch<br>but her body was not consoled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She could have her mind<br>imagine his touch<br>but the mind was not good enough<br>to compare with the real thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She over-reacted on city streets when<br>people accidently bumped her; <br>another body close<br>caused memories to stir..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She held her books close; <br>placed them flat against her breasts </div><div style="margin:10px 0">absent-mindedly<br>to emulate his touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She slept in a ball to gain warmth<br>from her own thighs<br>held close to her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was an open book.<br>Every page missed him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mind could not focus<br>amid those body cries<br>coming in the still night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She could not see<br>in her midnight stumblings<br>wandering her own room<br>blind body seeking<br>trembling heart seeking<br>what it remembered<br>but no longer had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Body rules the night<br>and mind rules the day<br>but nigh-time lasts an eternity<br>and knows how to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She reached for the phone. <br>It was a call. Only a call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just to hear his voice and then she would hang up.<br>Maybe that would reduce the yearning between her legs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just a little thing.<br>She set aside the little toys she had bought unused.<br>Maybe they would help; maybe not.<br>But not now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her hand was attached to her body<br>and her body took charge<br>directed the hand, dialing the number, <br>butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. <br>Breath bated, not breathing, she was riveted<br>awaiting the sound of his voice.<br>It came with a big 'hello'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But<br>But, it was only the answering machine.<br>She relaxed listening to every syllable. 'I am not here right now but I would like to know that you called. Leave your name and number and I will get back to as soon as I can'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even his voice mail message made her remember his caring<br>hearing 'I will get back to you as soon as I can.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was like that. He was always willing, willing to meet you half-way in everything. He made love that way too. He was the giver and she was the taker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before him she had been with Bart.<br>Bart the Taker. He took out of bed<br>and he took in bed.<br>He never gave out of bed and he never gave in bed either.<br>Bart left you empty and then rolled over and went to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she became a taker, saying that she would not be taken from again like that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she took from Joel<br>because she felt it was her turn<br>and he was so willing to give. <br>He gave and he gave and she took.<br>The day came he ceased wanting to give<br>grew tired of of her demands, of her traffic cop attitude in bed<br>and was gone. Didn't answer phone calls.<br>Avoided her, offered only silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hung up trying slowly<br>with her hand<br>trying<br>to send him the message through the hung-up phone<br>that she had changed-<br>that she was now able to give..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he was not there to see, <br>or to hear her, <br>to feel the change that she had achieved.<br>Taking too much<br>had left her empty.<br>and giving<br>even when she wanted to <br>did not feel real<br>even when she desperately<br>wanted to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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wore it like a necklace.

It was
embedded in her body-
every place he had touched-
issued silent body sighs
asking her to go back to him, 
to have him touch her that way again.

It was her he'd kissed
her loins, he..."></div>
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