Me, visible in my window, posing where the sun sets, as Venus...

That’s the spell, isn’t it? A small, shameless myth written in light. 

Delight.

I don’t look directly at you at first. I let you have the safety of distance, the sweet cruelty of not being caught. I rest my hands on the sill and arch just slightly, as if I’m only stretching, as if I’m only a woman alone with her thoughts—but my thoughts are you.

The fabric I wear is thin. It clings, then slips, then clings again. It behaves like a lover that can’t decide whether to tease or surrender.

You watch the curve of my back. The line of my waist. The quiet way I shift my hips, as though I’m learning my own body for the first time...

(Sounds, voice & music: Suno Studio. Script: Lisa Lomé.)

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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.