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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Soapy Hands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ours is a Parking Lot Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a sometimes<br>Shouts Too Loud Love, ' I said.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A Let's Talk It Out On The Porch Love.' she says</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'so the kids won't hear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow walks, ' I say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beach talks, ' you say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'holiday stress<br>and just please don't tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">those same old jokes again this year.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I solemnly agree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and forget and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tell the same old jokes again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and your eyes gently roll</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I complain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'how come your sister knows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what I like in bed? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and my eyes gently roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I complain that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I can't find anything-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you keep moving my stuff.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You mean the stuff you just throw in the closet'? she says</div><div style="margin:10px 0">letting her eyes gently roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I come up behind as you do the dishes, ' I say<br>'like now kissing your neck<br>as you gently protest; <br>soapy hands and wetting places</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we silently stand like this<br>gentle breathing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our unspoken celebration</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of our Not Perfect Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but one which is ours<br>realizing again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that our memories<br>while not perfect<br>are ours<br>binding us<br>shared; <br>that<br>that Future Tense we'd pursued so long</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had settled in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in our<br>sudden appreciation<br>of Now<br>and warm<br>soapy<br>soothing hands, '<br>I say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You turn around<br>facing me<br>apron soapy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mouth open.</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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Shouts Too Loud Love, ' I said.
 

'A Let's Talk It Out On The Porch Love.' she says

'so the kids won't hear.'

Slow walks, ' I say

Beach talks, ' you say

'holiday stress
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