Dulcimer For Tim by T. J. Banks you & I naked in the dusk listening to the dulcimer rhythms on the radio caught up in shadow-witchery birches throwing their outlines whitely against a muted mauve & gray sky outside — cradling your body in mine, thrusting upwards, hips against you, licking you... kneading your chest hairs with gentled fingers playing you dulcimer-like in the dark.   Submit your comments on this story to our MoxieTalk discussion group by clicking here!   You can also send your comments directly to the author using the form below. You can do both by typing your response below, submitting it and then copying it, going to MoxieTalk, and pasting it into the form there for posting a message. Please include your e-mail address if you would like the author to be able to write you back. Copyright 2000 Moxie Magazine All Rights Reserved