motion pictures

the day turns soft. the sky a charcoal smudging. i am folded in blankets. melting. wanting to rub pigment across bodies. turn our skin into canvas and pastels. make pollock impressions with sweat from your brow dripping across my chest.

our mouths contain parallel universes. disembodiement of sensation as limbs like satellites encircle eachother. tangled torsos unknot shoulders. serpentine like that ancient archetype that swallows tales to create infinity. breath becomes stasis. pleasure paralyses in still life finger paintings.