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Havran Nov 2021
"I remember
watching
the world
from the safety
and separation
of
a
bus
window.
From a distance,
they shine,
just
as
stars do,
and along
the stretch
and palisades
they all lead
to where you are.

I forget
hearing
your voice
as the bus
travels farther
down
roads
still
unknown.
Now, once more,
I am
here,
listening,
reaching out
to you
over eventide’s
shadows.
‘Hurry.’
To your side,
before the lights burst.

And so
we beat on
restlessly
against
time,
under the rain,
racing to see
if we
can beat
the
sun,
to prove
that our
lives
can be different.

And when
that reality comes,
quietly,
come
closer,
whisper to me
so we won’t
ever forget
that
you
and
I
will meet
again, soon,
always,
in this lifetime."
~D.A. & M.C.
Havran Nov 2021
"I hear you—
your heartbeat against
mine right down
to my toes,
arrested and captive
by your sighs
calling for me—
Closer, come closer—
Just right there,
friction over static
in each hot
draw of breath,
in each flick
of our wrists,
in wanton whispers
of sweet nothings.
Mine. Be mine.

I feel you—
I feel your wanting
in the way your voice
shakes
as my name
escapes
your lips.
Consume me. Thoroughly—
enraptured as I am
by your ecstasy;
hands leaving nothing
untouched,
tongues leaving no inch
untasted.
Take me. Take me.

I reach out,
my very fingertips
over the blurs
of your incandescent
cheeks, flushed wildly
just as I
open my mouth,
narrate my desires,
lick my lips to prepare for
yours, past pixels—
I want more.
Keep your hungry
eyes on me
and your ears
to my rapture.
Give me more.

I let go.
Any and all
inhibition
lost in
frantic
thrusting
of the hips.
This craving,
intoxicating,
lightning
running through
my head.
Pink.
Blind *******.
Coming.
I’m *******.

Let’s get lost
in this high,
the echoing symphonies
of our lust
harmonizing languidly to
the feverish commands
our shameless orchestra
of sweating flesh
performs, this duet—
Yes, yes, YES—
Our risqué masterpiece
beyond the distance,
our bodies shaking,
our smiles satisfied.
The postlude comes
in sobering silence.

I promise you:
I’m the best you’ll ever have."
~D.A. & M.C.

— The End —