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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4478 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Thoughts in Rum Shadows Vienna (Carole Barley) These are rum shadows; almost light enough to read, dark enough to write. My legs grow longer on the slope of this bed, flattering angle, highlight of anklebone. Pen against teeth, confectionate meanderings last only until this ink falters, pencils adrift too far, flotsam somewhere in this room where I prefer to lie shipwrecked, but beautifully so. I ask the scar on your shoulder if this is perfection, but the pool of light it holds distracts me, rolls shallow to deep with your breathing, I fall in time, self hypnosis for the sleepless who crave the lull of almost-dream. I should put all this somewhere, The windchime of ice in glass, those rivulets of hair, curling wildly to blond; maybe copper, clover honey? My head might keep them safe, in lieu of thesaurus. There are earth pigments beyond these windows, russets and petal yellows; the last of the room warm wine tempts me to gather, dip fingers; paint you tribal. |
