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AB Bedran (They/She)
How many more memories to make
before days become empty?
I see that you can open me,
wondering what is to be revealed.
All we do is drink Moussy
by the secret of my mind
where a silent stream sits waiting
to hold us like a crescent.
Oh dreamless one,
reaching for stars
that burn holes in your hands,
Listen to my siren’s song.
When you set sail to this territory
Did you think to crash upon my shore?
Some lucid love story come to life
from a thousand browser histories,
my legs like lips, kissing your hips,
your neck, my lips, our oneness.
Seeing the shadow of your spirit in my sleep, now reaching for the holes in your heart.