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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3959 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Dearest Starfish Lisa Megraw Remember the skirt and spaghetti top parties where we were Adam and Eve, Tasting the sexed words of Neruda, letting its naughtiness tinkle inside ears drums, succulent, behind wine glasses tongues slender arcs of shoehorn. Later clasped under a duvet gargling champagne and drifting lazily into sex. You have to understand l am a writer with a roguish pen that burrows from its indigo earth to loiter. We had a symbiotic love that had been tasted and declared edible. Until you started quoting Shakespeare and your mother called. I could not understand my broken nib, ink transmuted into stone. So I ran from you, while you let water wash your day’s filth away. The ring singing silently in your trouser pocket. Words l couldn't stay to hear. Forgive me, above my left breast sits a question mark. |
