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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drying of Hair.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jane's mother gave you both <br>a towel from the airing cupboard </div><div style="margin:10px 0">after you had been caught <br>in the rain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">running from the church porch <br>to the parsonage </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then she went off <br>to carry on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with her pie making <br>and Jane took you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">along the hallway <br>to her bedroom </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and opened the door <br>and after you had entered </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she closed the door <br>with a soft click </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you both stood there <br>in the quiet room </div><div style="margin:10px 0">rubbing you heads <br>with the towels </div><div style="margin:10px 0">pushing away <br>the wetness </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from your hair <br>and you smelt the room </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smell of polish <br>the lavender scent </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smell <br>of fresh linen </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and smell of the flowers <br>outside caught still </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the rain <br>and Jane said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are only here <br>because she trusts you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she seems to see through <br>people's veneer </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and weighs them <br>in the scales </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in her mind <br>and you stood still </div><div style="margin:10px 0">rubbing your hair <br>looking at her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the way she had <br>the towel in her hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">over her hair <br>the hair all messed up </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she having <br>that sparkle in her eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the first spear <br>of the sunshine </div><div style="margin:10px 0">pushing through <br>the window at dawn </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she gazed at you <br>with her eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like polished marbles <br>and her words </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hung there <br>on the air </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like musical notes <br>on an invisible stave </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you said <br>I'm glad she trusts me on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just the one look <br>and Jane smiled </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and kissed your lips <br>her flesh on yours </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the pressing <br>of skin on skin </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she gently <br>moved away </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and pointed to the sky <br>and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looks like more rain <br>and you just nodded </div><div style="margin:10px 0">wanting her to kiss you <br>once again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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a towel from the airing cupboard 

after you had been caught 
in the rain 

running from the church porch 
to the parsonage 

and then she went off 
to carry on 

with her pie making 
and Jane took you 

along the hall..."></div>
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