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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3531 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Stephen as a Young Man M. Kathryn Black You stood on the beach without a shirt, in jeans with the top button undone, holding a hammer to shore up your father’s shop. A frisson of pleasure passed through me; you were too perfect; the silken colors of the bay behind us didn’t glow as you did. A young man at the height of beauty is as coy as a woman, shy as a school-girl. You bowed your head, kneaded your foot in sand. I wanted to see your full lips, your green eyes smile upon me as I talked you into a photograph; I was both brave and foolish. The scurrilous camera clicked anyway catching a pose Michelangelo would have been proud to carve in pure white marble. |
