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Wednesday, October 27, 2010


She presses her mouth against my ear and speaks in what she thinks is a whisper. She says something, anything, about what she wants or what she doesn't like. I feel her breath trickle into me. It makes me shudder and I laugh.

He wants a turn too. He leans towards my ear and mumbles nonsense. Abababba, he whispers even though he is perfectly capable of speaking words I will understand. But whispering is something special and so he creates his words from nothing. All so he can breathe them into my ear.


  1. Beautiful. Poetry. You have a gift.

  2. Oy gavolt, as we Jews say, I love your writing style. Yes you have a tremendous gift.

  3. I came here to read your blissdom post which was fabulous but I'm thrilled to have found your blog which is beautiful.