Even Her Name by Kay Doss Trying to describe Love, Is the same as trying to describe the taste of water, the novel began, but the supposed difficulty was lost on me. I sat up on the beach towel and peered over my sunglasses toward Naida as she climbed out of the corner of the pool. Water tastes, like the chlorine, carmex kisses Naida offered me when we glided just below the surface of the pool this morning. Her palm up the small of my back, the feel of the blue nail, on the pale finger searching beneath my panties gave me an insatiable thirst. Scarlet hair fanned out in every direction combined with her impermeable makeup made her look like a Water Nymph, thus her name’s meaning, tucked her head in the curve of my neck. Love is like water; you need it to survive, she giggled the cliche in my ear, glossed lips pressed just above it sending chills down my spine. She took the book from my hands, and gave me water. Second Place Poetry Award theMeadow 57
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