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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3602 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Elemental Steve Williams His stretched hands compress the waterskin of her chest— navel to neck, squeeze the buoyancy bubble. Distill this element, this oxygen, allow the water to breathe. He burrows into her rosewood cello, sightless under strings, immersed in sculpted tones. Effort scent spreads her ribs, stem of the rose will not wilt. Interiors of his knuckles trace shifting ridges of sand, across depressions that hide clutches of turtle eggs. Islands are relative to their nesting place. The shell of an egg is thick enough to break. Some islands are volcanoes, some are skin stretched around the hollow. |
