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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3538 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Longest Day M. Kathryn Black It is true; the sun didn’t set until midnight. This, in the lower forty-eight, in New England where such is impossible even at midsummer. We waited in the glow, played in the wavering green, glad for this gift. I ran in sun-dappled forest after you, jumped fecund silver streams. You wore a red shirt; you were my moving target in the fiery night. I was a wolf in estrus and brought you down in a tangle of arms and legs. In a golden meadow of pampas grass I let you take me. Light shone from both your eyes and your beard scratched my face, my breasts, my tummy, my thighs. The sky turned violet as fireflies covered our spent bodies. |
