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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3473 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Narci to the Wood Nymph Laurie Byro In order to believe in you, I had to stop falling in love with the woman in the lake. Winter, she disappeared to flake and drift, I’d bang the ice with my shovel, wondering about rumors. They told me, you were nothing but double-talk. I grew entranced with beauty, became intimate with fir trees, with the pelts of beavers. With no one around to adore me, I seduced a voice, made a pact with water and air. You cracked like a twig when I stepped on your flickering light. Why do you doubt yourself when I believed you from the start? Echoes of words never spoken twirl around us like the scarves I used when I danced for you. You, hungry, for promises I will never repeat. Me, shivering with the burden of myself, Love. |
