Dream

Last night
I dreamed of sex

It had
An aftertaste of ocean and watermelon
A smell of ambergris and bookshelves
A sound of crashing waves and paging books
Heat and moisture stayed on my skin

I think
I must have made love to poetry

***This poem is inspired by Bree’s poetry book “All Our Secrets”.

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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