<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woven Little Mouths Many</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You emerge<br>from the bath<br>reaching for the<br>towel, soft, obeying<br>daily habit, wipes you dry, <br>each cleft, the pit of my<br>longing rubbed without<br>caution.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am caught up in this<br>vision without glasses<br>squinting for what is<br>real or not though you<br>are faced to mine as I<br>obediently move my<br>shaking hand to your<br>belly, the scar there, <br>edges still hot<br>to the touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much there is I will<br>make of this moment, <br>drying your back as I<br>have daily done - once<br>began the rite<br>first night, gathering<br>now the last one<br>o when<br>the towel easily un-<br>folded, drank</div><div style="margin:10px 0">woven<br>little mouths many</div><div style="margin:10px 0">deeply<br>into what<br>has become<br>natural in me<br>with the wiping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this<br>I am become<br>free now of<br>thinking intent<br>to this my task<br>to last, this minute<br>or two, to linger, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each is<br>become a touch<br>this one.<br>and this, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">without<br>decimals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</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=535735" data-title="Woven Little Mouths Many de Warren Falcon" data-description="You emerge from the bath reaching for the towel, soft, obeying daily habit, wipes you dry, each cleft, the pit of my longing rubbed without caution. I am caught up in this vision without glasses squinting for what is real or not though you are f..."></div> </div> </div>

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