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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4091 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Whisper M. Kathryn Black When he whispered, brought his lips close so that the shell of my ear felt a momentary softness, I heard the wind echoing over the ocean. I fell back against him. He caught me in one arm, led me to a bench, sat with me. Is he a god or a devil? He ran his long fingers though my mane of hair. Perhaps he was a surgeon or a pianist. But he wore a blue denim shirt; it meant nothing. I said to him, "Say something out loud so I know you're real." He smiled. "You're wild; I didn't want to frighten you." |
