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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Before you go a little way, prospecting...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, in going a little way from yourself<br>Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.<br>« I'm trying hard not to like you, » you said<br>The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils<br>And the stench abraded in your flesh: <br>« You are unshaven. »</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You took proper care to remember the right words: <br>« Why are you so far away, I cannot reach you. »<br>The orgasm you probably tried to fake -<br>Thanks for the repeated protestations -<br>Blew all the other exhausted noises through.<br>« I think it's all this lack of sleep and all that, » you said<br>Trapping me with your alien scents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have gone away more than a little from yourself.<br>I have felt and avoided the humiliation in your voice: <br>« Turn out the lights. I'm afraid<br>You'd never like me again. »<br>These are bothersome words.<br>Only constant repetition make them less wearisome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One whole week you waited and watched.<br>One by one you chalked us down.<br>We fled, not so much from you<br>As from ourselves, not knowing which<br>You or the condemned flower to take: <br>« Why don't you tell me something about yourself.<br>I've said enough, » you said and came closer<br>Wraithed in your trapper's overflying airs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that you have prospected a little<br>Confiscated my intimate thoughts, coaxed my ego<br>Applied the guileful balms which embolden<br>A man in bed and made of the future a promise<br>And turned and sighed like the unwanted thing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that you have preyed in my sanctuary<br>Gazed long in wistful silence my empty shrine<br>How can I let you go - take my scent<br>And mix it till it roots in other flesh<br>And wandering, I'll not know why someday<br>I might fret in the company of familiar strangers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">« What about the lad? » Alone and wishfully loitering<br>« Oh, let him toss and turn. Why shouldn't he? <br>He'll write better then, » you said, for once<br>Rippling the nimble calm embossed on feigning face<br>That poised flutter of your lips when words you wield<br>Assume a dextrous innocence<br>Little wonder then the sensually provoked blushes<br>Cross-fertilise the loping lurk of your poems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You in going a little way towards me<br>Have gone a long way from yourself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before you go a little way prospecting<br>Leave leave a little of yourself in your safe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedicated to F. A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(©: T. Wignesan,1965, London; from the collection: tell them i'm gone,1983, rev.2012)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a><div class=q>
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Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I'm trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh: 
« You are unshaven. »
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