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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3723 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Narcissus’ Lament Lisa Janice Cohen Even now, she withholds her pleasure. My spiteful queen, capricious; I serve at her whim, shiver under the sharp lash of rain. Worse, I dread her favor; a glimpse of her abundance, teeming below the threshold of my senses. Crawling on my skin--the relentless pull to push and thrive, to thrust through the crust of earth that imprisons all of us, seed, shoot, limb. Dormancy is the little death we slough off in the spring. The light that wakes us, makes us all delirious until I ache to have her ravish me again. |
