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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bath Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like freshly mown hay<br>Was smelling your skin, <br>Like grass waiting to be mown<br>And like cuneiform signs<br>Freshly carved in stone.<br>Your lips had the taste of the wind.<br>The words coming out of us were still unbroken, <br>They were bumping into each other<br>Like those clouds full of rain.<br>I kissed your arch, your bone, your mouth<br>And your sigh<br>From the eyes to the foot's sole.<br>We were in a bath of love<br>Like two children<br>In a water trough.<br>I felt my milk springing out<br>Of my breasts.<br>We were like the sun and the month<br>Fallen to the earth<br>In a world of ignorance.<br>You slipped inside of me<br>Like a water flowing<br>Among the rough stones<br>Or like the honey<br>In a broken hive.<br>Your taste was like honey<br>And the smell of your skin<br>Was like freshly mown grass.<br>Your crystal slip was curved.<br>I felt my soul like a stone<br>As someone was painfully digging in it<br>Cuneiform signs.<br>I started to scream your name.<br>Yes, your name was inferred from happiness.<br>I began to scream his name.<br>He came into being<br>From your name<br>He started to be existent inside of us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marieta+Maglas">Marieta Maglas</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=453911" data-title="A Bath Of Love de Marieta Maglas" data-description="Like freshly mown hay Was smelling your skin, Like grass waiting to be mown And like cuneiform signs Freshly carved in stone. Your lips had the taste of the wind. The words coming out of us were still unbroken, They were bumping into each other ..."></div> </div> </div>
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