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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not To Be With You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not to be with you, <br>	not to know your breathing beside me, <br>		not to be able to put my arms around you <br>and kiss the black candles away, <br>	change skies with a glance, <br>		feel your mystery seeping into me <br>like a veil of rain, <br>	my heart a hive of stars, <br>		my body crazed <br>by a fragrance of the moon, <br>	to feel the intimate moment hang <br>		like a dropp of dew <br>poised like the silence that falls before it; <br>	is a mountain peering down into its own valley<br>		at a whisper of cloud <br>that passes like a secret, <br>	a red carpet of blood that wants to fly <br>		laid out for an unknown dignitary.<br>You are not here<br>	but I walk with you alone <br>		under the smudged moonlight, <br>through the tidal shadows of soft, ebbing trees, <br>	and gusts of warm air touch me like your skin, <br>		and the assent in your eyes <br>is a colour only the heart can see, <br>	and my longing is a map to anywhere <br>		my mouth might meet yours, <br>and my hands visit the shrines of your body<br>	like pilgrims full of reverence <br>		for an infidel religion <br>with beautiful eyes, <br>	with sacred scars and a language <br>		that is born along<br>with the serpent fire of my ripening passion<br>	to annihilate myself in your doorway, <br>		to unspool the river<br>in the supple coral of your water-rose, <br>	the keel of my tongue <br>		circumnavigating your startled equators, <br>and all your tender meridians<br>	bowstrings taut with anticipation <br>		of electric arrows released in ecstasy, <br>both of us wounded by insatiable joy <br>	in a storm of mushrooms and black cherries, <br>		in the oceanic hunger of the sea <br>for an oracular island of forbidden frenzies, <br>	for mystic releases <br>		that free oblivion from servitude <br>and teach the chains of existence<br>	to dance to the music <br>		of their own liberation, <br>their own falling away like rain, <br>	that the true ground of their being <br>		was always the wind<br>that binds the message to the world <br>	in the arms of lovers creating each other <br>		from black palettes in the darkness, <br>from moss and apricots, <br>	from the long wharves <br>		of interminable kisses<br>that gore like the horns of garden snails, <br>	from the fountain-mouths of ancient eclipses, <br>		the dark abundance <br>of the feast that is received like eyes <br>	and the night chutes that open nocturnal poppies <br>		like auroras of furious sugar<br>to squander the stars <br>	in the throats of jubilant black holes, <br>		to appease the unattainable <br>with the inexhaustible satiation of gratified silos.<br>	Not to be with you, <br>		my wings ache with urgent migrations, <br>and I am as impetuous as a sword<br>	in the foundries of my blood, <br>		and my voice<br>is the remote thunder of humbled apples, <br>	and my dragons swarm<br>		the abyss of your beauty <br>like shepherd moons, sunspots, <br> a calendar of desires<br>	that marks every phase of your body off <br>as an apostate holiday, <br>	the omen that winnows <br>		a harvest of bells. <br>Not to be with you is a cloak <br>	that weighs more than the night sky, <br>		the eyelid of an iron rose, <br>a feather of lead<br>	that drowns in its own reflection<br>		like the shadow of a flightless longing, <br>the unquenchable silence<br>	of a well on the moon <br>		listening for rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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	not to know your breathing beside me, 
		not to be able to put my arms around you 
and kiss the black candles away, 
	change skies with a glance, 
		feel your mystery seeping into me 
like a veil of rain, 
	my heart a hive of..."></div>
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